Once you start paying more attention to signs, you quickly notice that so many of them are warnings. Suddenly there’s a lurking catastrophe wherever you cast your eyes.
These signs are like The Boy Who Cried Wolf: we learned to ignore their hyperbole long ago.
Let their dramatic language take effect and it can be oddly poetic: Danger Water. I like the ring of that.
Have you savoured any warnings lately?
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