Is that it wakes up a part of you but leaves some of you to sleep and so accomplish magic. This is the recursive magic. Magics that do not leave a part of you untouched are not magics but violences.
(Tea, meanwhile, is merely tasty-water.)
Is that it wakes up a part of you but leaves some of you to sleep and so accomplish magic. This is the recursive magic. Magics that do not leave a part of you untouched are not magics but violences.
(Tea, meanwhile, is merely tasty-water.)
Coffee is just that fucking delicious. I have nothing else to add, today.
(Pictures of actual coffee that I have consumed, at some point: http://chronolect.com/life-times/the-author-drinks-deli-coffee-some-mornings.)
Turtles could have been light, airy creatures, filled with win instead of repulsive organs. Nature has a way of fulfilling expectation. Birds are light and therefore skittish. Turtles are plodding and heavy. They carry their wind in their neurons, leave it behind in their steps, in the arcs of their water-motions as they dart toward prey. Their wind is like the wind of those who work in offices and factories: purely hypothetical, green, just beyond the periphery.
