Coffee Log, Year 2 Day 162


Coffee: Pike Place, Apartment Lounge Blend

Sometimes you get reminded about just how narrow the boundary is between you and the rest of the world. I cut my thumb open while slicing onions.

It was interesting being an ink pen, spilling red marks on a poor test of cutlery, the chopping board, the floor. I went through half a roll of paper towels before the bleeding stopped.

But it did stop, and that’s remarkable too. Just as easy as you’re opened up, you close again, like a big steel shutter, midnight doors.

Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller

Support Relief for Family Suffering at the Border  – RAICES DONATION CAMPAIGN

It’s easier to bleed than sweat, Mr. Motes.

Flannery O’Connor, Wise Blood

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