Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 248


Coffee: Cafe Pajaro Extra Dark, Trader Joe’s

I remember when I had a flip phone. Life was less accessible. No maps, no email. But I’m not saying anything new.

A lot of my time is digital. I liken it to playing solitaire at a French cafe. The cards are replaced by the keyboard and the ambient conversations are twitter feeds, but both have coffee and stiff chairs. Matching up moments, looking for aces.

In Another Country, Baldwin talks about how everyone’s caught the shadow of this French Cathedral. The entire town walks with it, watchful, schoolmaster, never alone. It was striking writing and it resonated. But then I started thinking about my own monoliths and I couldn’t come up with one. Cary has an ordinance that prevents building skyscrapers, or putting up billboards. The only tall shadows are the natural down of pine trees. So, living in this low world, I don’t go out much, and if I do the trip takes me father than home, a tourist. Nothing fixes us to that shared center, all our monoliths are our own.

I’m listening to lofi while I write this. There’s 300 other people in the Youtube channel. But I don’t see them and they don’t see me, and I could close this window at any time. Sometimes, I just wish someone would touch me, like bread breaking; French cafe.

Currently Reading: Another Country, James Baldwin

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Patience’s design flaw became obvious for the first time in my life: the outcome is decided not during the course of play but when the cards are shuffled, before the game even begins. How pointless is that?

David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

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