Chocolate, everywhere. I’m staring at my kitchen. The blender in my right hand. The bowl overtuned on the countertop. The remains of the chocolate dough pouring down. There are chocolate pieces on the white doors of the kitchen. Brown splashes on my t-shirt. Small pieces are slowly sliding down on the tiles. It looks like someone just thrown a bomb in a puddle full of mud. I should probably do something, but I’m paralyzed. That brown blob pouring down is hypnotic.
One Apple A Day #51
One Apple A Day #51
One Apple A Day #51
Chocolate, everywhere. I’m staring at my kitchen. The blender in my right hand. The bowl overtuned on the countertop. The remains of the chocolate dough pouring down. There are chocolate pieces on the white doors of the kitchen. Brown splashes on my t-shirt. Small pieces are slowly sliding down on the tiles. It looks like someone just thrown a bomb in a puddle full of mud. I should probably do something, but I’m paralyzed. That brown blob pouring down is hypnotic.