Just the thing, she thought.
A thin residue of soy milk infused tea clung to the base of the cup. At that moment she remembered that she had intended to write about how China's battle with the USA for global hegemony should be no less condemned than that of the more familiar superpower.
I suppose T2 isn't really helping make the world less problematic, what with their glorification of pimps and geishas, her inspection of the cup mixed with craving and contempt. That said, what isn't problematic these days?
Tired. She felt tired. The small group of people who lived in English-speaking nations but fought against the military-industrial complex could wait. Even though she knew that her self care was tied up with political activism, no matter how hard a series of psychologists had tried to dissuade her from this intuitive stance. She was counting on herself to let go.
For the teacup to offer another vision.
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