((top)) — City Dum

I call it .

A city dump serves several purposes:

That moment of sidewalk paralysis? It’s your brain forcing a micro-break. That irrational smoothie purchase? It’s a tiny rebellion against the endless optimization of urban life. That fake set of directions you gave? Okay, that one’s just rude. But the rest of it? It’s how we cope. city dum

It’s not an insult. It’s a survival mechanism. And if you’ve ever walked directly into a revolving door while checking your phone, or pressed the “close door” button on an elevator that doesn’t work—you know exactly what I’m talking about. I call it