05.01.26
There's a little couch by the window upstairs. I usually sit there lately with my coffee. Back on the caffeine. I just went a year without any, no green tea, etc. These are things I weigh over time. The thing with the caffeine is that it just gets the engine firing. I can name the peripheral benefits of abstinence, but it feels like a threshold is being churned without effect. The engine just won't turn over the way I want. I can feel coffee in my chest. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Now we're cooking...and the ideas just start spilling out the way they used to. Strange. People are strange. Looking at the landscape of the past twenty-thirty years is strange. Waiting outside record shops with the tax calculated to buy one magical sonic event. So on. So forth. Hang on... So outside this upstairs window I can look across the farmlands, covered in a thin layer of snow, somewhere northwestward over to the other farms. There has been a consistent feeling of Maxfield Parrish-hood to the...