Both in their own lush of attention static, there aren’t any warrants but sameness and asymmetric freedom in routine.
He sits in his black slumped chair as if he owns the world right from his cushioned throne. The mouse between his fingers makes the click-tick noise pop off the ginormous monitor screen. Dabbles in type, type and creates auctions with a simple scroll.
She lays in the comfort of bed digesting a vocabulary book searching for endless information for the pyscho-aggression of her brain. Wide lit eyes lick from left to right hording the pages like a famine lover lost in a globe of speeding curiosity.