(In)Considerations

Life is made of challenges,

full of bad design and worse clamour.

I walk in the light; 

I’m blinded by glare.

I walk in darkness; 

I trip on detritus.

I walk in the half-light; my eyes never focus.

I look at the small print; 

I squint… 

but it never comes clear.

Who thought it wise placing logos o’er captions; 

Who thought it inventive to design in reverse type?

Who the heck opted to only use grey?  

Who was the one who came up with the notion that everything dated must be remade anew?

Does no one else live this?

Is it only my gripe?

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 4 November 2016