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
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It’s easier to bleed than sweat, Mr. Motes.
Flannery O’Connor, Wise Blood