"You need to use a more decorative dish for your nature collection."
There's the voice again; the inaudible little guy on my shoulder who's always criticizing my choices in decor and well, pretty much everything.
In my mind I retort, "Yeah, yeah. I've been meaning to find something somewhere."
This morning, I dust underneath the frisbee and place it back down, noting how the plastic disc reflects me more than some crystal on a doily.
In this world of incessant cyber-suggestions telling and showing you what you could, should and would do if you were like everyone else, being unique is unique. Rebel against what is not you if you can manage to recognize yourself.
Photo by Mar Startari, 2019