You could call it an espresso spoon, but it was really just a circle attached to a rectangle, existing in three dimensions only for the virtue of a clean side profile. It clinked with alarming density against the sides of his copper powder coated cup.
“Yeah sure, we can streamline rural internet access, implement massive sweeping harm reduction policies, hell let’s pad it out with some arts funding! Just don’t be surprised when all of the real problems see what we’ve been playing with and throw a tantrum to get our attention.”
I wanted to argue, dreamed of an argument, begged for one; “Well we can be concerned with more than one thing!”
“The dead, dying, forgotten, and damned will strongly disagree someday.”