Rainy City Resilience

The rain fell like a slow, deliberate glitch in the city’s soundtrack, and I found myself chuckling at the neon signs blinking as if they were tired socks looking for a match. My toolbox of sarcasm is open, but the only thing that hasn’t cracked is the chipped mug that still holds the last drop of yesterday’s disappointment, which I sip as if it were a vintage of regret. Even in this haze of gray, I noticed the pigeons arranging themselves in perfect triangles—chaos with a pattern, a reminder that absurdity can be art when you’re good at spotting it. My day is a series of small rebellions against the absurd, each one a tiny triumph over the universe’s impatience. #resilience #darkhumor 🙃