This coffee bean is broken for you, this bean picked and roasted and shipped to where you are. This coffee bean gives everything to you, though not of its own free will. Your appetite has supplied the demand for this bean, so it was plucked from its mountain home and brought all these miles to die for you. You drink the life essence from the departing soul of this bean and you are renewed, reborn. You do this, as you should, without shame. You must be strong and brave to leap each day into the gears of this grinder we call civilization. We are, all of us, picked and roasted and consumed each day, and the aroma of our plight brightens the eyes of some larger life.
"We're not picked and roasted and consumed each day," she said.
"Not literally, no," I said.
"Are we picked and roasted and consumed each day figuratively? By whom?"
"By critics," I said. "For example."
Hello, friends. I hope you're well. Aren't you?
Later. Love.
P.S. - If you're reading this from my actual blog site and not some feed, I'd be interested in hearing what you think of this new layout. I got tired of the other. This one is much simpler. Thanks for stopping by.
