Coffee: Cafe Pajaro, Extra Dark, Trader Joe’s Brand
I’ve been reading the news. Its wakes me up and follows me to sleep. Recently, it’s been bloodied bodies in Syria. A few years ago, it was the same thing.
I don’t have any immediate fears. Unemployment was a lurch, but I’ve got friends, I’ve got family, I’ve got every proposition of the modern world waiting to feed and water and fertilize my life’s soil. I haven’t spent a day without power. The lights are on. The kitchen’s cooking. No-one has a gun to my head.
A couple weeks back, I was reading about Russia. ‘Satan II’ they called it, the missile Putin’s testing. Every article told me one warhead would wipe out an area the size of Texas. I’ve been trying to think of something witty or lucid to say about it, but nothing comes to me. There’s no way to comprehend it.
But today everything’s fine. The power’s on. The sun’s out. AC blowing and not a care in the world.
Tar Baby, Toni Morrison
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“It happened that a fire broke out backstage in a theater. The clown came out to inform the public. They thought it was a jest and applauded. He repeated his warning. They shouted even louder. So I think the world will come to an end amid the general applause from all the wits who believe that it is a joke.” – Soren Kierkegaard