Maria lived with her mother in a small apartment in NYC. She wasn’t too young or too old, not too short or too tall, not particularly beautiful nor ugly. She was just an average woman. She worked as a secretary at a large company, and her life was pretty much boring and mundane. No one at work paid any attention to her. Those that did considered her to be as boring as her life was. One morning, on her way to work, Maria saw a new hat shop that opened down the street. In a spur of curiosity she walked in!
Junk seems to be everywhere… I realized that life itself has tons of "junkiness" in it. Late night, when my tired body crawls into bed I realise that I have fed on more junks than an actual nourishing food all day. And whops! I worry my head so much on how it happened.