The coffee is cold. I drink it anyway, because heat is a rumor, and I am a loyal subscriber to the morning news of small mistakes.
And I think — that’s enough time. That’s an eternity, shaped like a laugh. ode to happiness keanu reeves pdf
Look — there is the crack in the mug I glued back twice. There is the sock that lost its partner in the dark. There is me, waving at a reflection that waves back a half-second too slow. The coffee is cold
The paint is wet on the chair again. I sit in it. I have always sat in it. because heat is a rumor