The Sun. The Screen.

Probably, one of the most intelligent ingenious inventions is the Sunscreen. Never mind if it alters the dermatological DNA of the face, but its got to be around. On the shelf. Or in the wardrobe.

Mostly found in the tote bags of oh-my-skin-will-get-tanned ladies, it’s more of a facial issue for them. Probably, this is what they consider this: the modern day substitute for a gold ol’ umbrella. Ladies beware, “it’s not!”

I wonder, and even pity sometimes, that after traveling for eight god-dammed minutes to hit the ground, Mr. Sun Rays are promptly sent back by this man-made layer of chemicals and not-so-chemical compositions. Cursing it must be, though.

Found in different forms, predominantly as SPF 15 and 30, it’s meant to tame the ultraviolet. But does it, really?

Anyways. It’s the Sunscreen. ‘Applicable’ under the sun.