Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 254


Coffee: Petunia’s House Blend, Revelator Coffee

I was listening to cars at night. Isolated, like wherever they’re going is too important for anyone to tag along. Forward motion – the only real thing in the world.

I helped out at Second Sunday at the High Museum. I was handing out fliers. Families came and the kids were making collages. The parents were elsewhere, in mind if not in body, watching people who were better dressed walk the galleries alone.

I had a drink at a taco fusion spot. They were playing a Packers game on the television. It was snowing, and the white went to water when it hit the field. I finished my drink and thought about winter, where to go from here.

Currently Reading: Another Country, James Baldwin

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

We see in order to move; we move in order to see.

William Gibson

Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 107


Coffee: Maxwell House Drip, Office Coffee

I heard on the radio that Durham’s getting a few fleets of electric scooters soon. They’re the kind you rent and ride wherever, paying where you park. Raleigh’s already got ’em, most of the big cities do. An ‘it’ thing, hip transportation, a symptom of not knowing how to take the time to walk.

Everything changes. The only thing open to you is whether to be bitter about it. Grumpy old guardians of tradition, not acknowledging the transgressions made in your own youthful years against the expectations of your fathers. There’s a danger there – sometimes the canes we wag from our front porches are hiding swords.

I was talking to a friend about the ’80s. He thought they had better music back then, better art, a better flair. He liked the bright colors and rumblings of futurism. He didn’t like, so much, what that decade’s dreams developed into – a high-tech paradise the color of skim milk, where the robots are more likely to sell you something than to question their identity.

How do you preserve good old things without bringing along the baggage? How do you let the world change without losing the rest of the timeline?

Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller

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

The future is there… looking back at us. Trying to make sense of the fiction we will have become.

William Gibson, Pattern Recognition