|Pretentious metaphor of modern life.|
The daughter has stopped posting cute things on her locker; the son currently doesn't use his locker so why bother with decoration?
"Don't you want pictures of sloths and race cars?" I asked, picking two sure-fire hits with the son.
He agreed that his locker would look great with such decorations.
Only afterwards did it occur to me that a sloth driving a race car would be best. In many ways this is how many of my days feel, like I have the mentality of a sloth but am hurtling round a race track.
Lucky for me the race course has some bumps, but generally is pretty excellent.
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