You know what's useful? Glass. Glass can be good for all kinds of things. Looking through, looking at your reflection in, drinking from, putting flowers in, putting random beads in because apparently that looks nice sitting in the corner of the room. Glass is awesome. It looks cool too.
You know what's not useful? When glass breaks. And when glass breaks, it tends to really want to ruin your day. You may get the odd occasion when you get a nice clean break in your glasses or mirrors, but most of the time every fibre of that material is longing for freedom, leaing across the room into laces you never thought physically possible to be reachable by an inanimate shard. There they lay in wait, longing for you to pick them up with bare fingers because you can't be bothered to get a brush, and you're feeling risky. Or longing for your forgetful foot to land gracefully on top, just so it can sink in and taste your blood. Broken glass shards are bastards. They like to sink in and become like a funky looking thorn. But even the massive chunks give you trouble, slicing you a new orifice if you pick them up the wrong way. Broken glass is only there to cause pain, suffering and annoyance.
Don't just take it from me, ask John McClane.
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