Facts of life
it’s strange how the facts of life come knocking on your door, even those you don’t go looking for, even those you don’t care to know.
On Sunday afternoon I go to the bar under the arcades for a coffee. I don’t change places because the coffee is good there. I used to take bitter coffee but now I always put a sachet of sugar just for the sake of seeing how the pile floats on the dense and shiny foam and then slowly sinks gently.