Coffee: Cafe Pajaro Extra Dark Roast, Trader Joe’s brand
Walking in the parking lot: girl in purple jogs by, seen her a few times; crickets; last ditch birds holding that daysong; every light’s on at the apartments; the moon is woebegone.
I left home to make home out of nothing. A high-pitched air conditioner; it’s all still following me.
Americanah, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
The Way of Kings, Brandon Sanderson
Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock ‘n’ roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights. – Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance