Look, I appreciate a good brunch, but I feel like sometimes those suspiciously perfect photos of #brunch spreads on Instagram feeds aren't really providing the full picture. (Pun intended.) On multiple occasions, I've walked by people on a city sidewalk eating right next to a mountain of stinky garbage bags on the curb. I've seen a pigeon poop on somebody sitting at an outdoor table. It's not all avocado toast and sunshine. Though it can be tasty...
Typed text of a micro-fiction piece I wrote accompanied by collage images made from magazine clippings.
...passing around the table while you're waiting for your brunch to arrive.
...reminding yourself and your friends to put the phone down and be present.