“Why?” you ask.
Because the cup in my hand matched the outside world so perfectly. It had to be documented. A camara was snatched. Pictures were taken. I suffered through a brief existential crises because I was having a photo shoot with a cup of tea.
But I don’t regret it.
And now, I go to make one more cup of tea. (One needs support when writing about dragons, obviously.) But, I’m probably not going to take a photo of this one.
I have to have standards, after all …