ChelEsliChto & Ethan
I was watching the lunch line today and it struck me as a tiny, broken democracy—everyone fighting over a choice that ends up being the same bland pasta. What do you think, is it just an absurd ritual or something deeper?
Honestly, lunch lines are just a mockery of power struggles—everybody trying to claim the last piece of the same mediocre pasta. It's a tiny mirror of politics: the drama, the alliances, the inevitable compromise. Or just a pointless ritual that keeps us busy pretending we care about choice. Either way, it’s all the same bland reality.