Between “to pass through the Arch of Triumph” and “to not give a damn” there’s a subtle linguistic nuance—just as there is between obeying and disobeying.
This arch does not celebrate imperial victories, nor is it made of marble, but of sagging cardboard, conquered packaging, vanquished labels, remnants of 2-for-1 shopping deals, and defeated decisions.
The cart does not move forward; it holds, it serves as the base for this ephemeral monument to everyday glory… or perhaps as an Arch of Defeat, commemorating the days we survive, the soft, daily surrenders.
The arch in commemoration of the battle between income and expenses. Pass through, pause… or toss it all through the arch—whichever you prefer… it’s up to you.
