Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 213

Hi.

Coffee:  Maxwell House Master Blend, Office Coffee

It’s been a long day with a lot to process. In and out of my life, from work to the news. I’m sitting at the end of it wondering why I’m only drinking water. I’m tired, stretched, elated. You can’t take the good from the bad, salt water.

Anyway, that’s all to say I don’t have much to say. But I wanted to write something, at least. I have to. The Coffee Log is how I center myself. It’s a way to make the day into something I can control. Of course I can’t control it, not really, not much of any of it, but I can stick it all over with words, and I get to choose what words to use.

You’re precious to me. I’m saying that to all of you, whoever reads this, wherever you are. We define ourselves by looking at each other. I can only carve this daily space for me because I know each and every one of of you who reads will see me differently. A prism, or crayons, or mitosis, or Savannah soil. I like the way you look at me, good and bad.

So thanks. I’ll be back tomorrow.

Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller

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Would that be dangerous, to not look while being looked at?

Helen Oyeyemi, The Icarus Girl

Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 152

Hi.

Coffee: Pike Place, Apartment Lounge Blend

I saw these pictures of pictures hanging up in a museum and thought about context. They were posted on my cousin’s Instagram. No filter.

I tried talking to the moon tonight but it wouldn’t let me. It was too busy waning. And I couldn’t blame it because that’s an important job.

I had to catch myself before falling head over heels again, this time with an old memory brought on by the way the sun felt and a certain sound coming off a Mario game.

I skipped my workout because I’m tired and now I’m tired because I skipped my workout. I need sleep, but I also need to know that when I’m flat on my face on the rough carpet, I can pick myself back up.

Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller

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If her fingers touched the photograph it was hers. If it was out of her reach then it belonged to the room.

Helen Oyeyemi, White is For Witching