#28: pumpkin soup

accidental, seasonal recipe; debatable moralities

Road works, traffic jams and golden pink clouds. I don’t know which one of these occurrences will trigger a verb first, but the way forward is stuck; I’m vigilant. There are the drivers who honk their horns and there are those who surrender, scrolling down their phone, bending forward over the car’s wheel, adjusting their hair and make-up in the rearvie…