Paper clip

Have you ever stopped to ponder how insignificant everyone is? You can just stand there and pick anyone out of the crowd, hold them between your thumb and forefinger. Turn them around in the light, analyzing every angle. Each one can be bent, but they can’t be returned to how they originally were. We’re all disposable. Anyone would be suitable. They jump from one mug to another, falling under desks, easily fitting into their new community. One is lost, mourned, then soon forgotten about.