Koonts, Lisa. table coffee talk. My friends and I sit in the coffee house. We are only sometimes aware that our coffee is a seething mass of brownian motion, sometimes aware that the coffee cups are chaotic, yet still hold together and contain the coffee. We meet at a table, we talk, we pull out our ideas and examine them while not immersed, embroiled in the act of making design, art, music, writing, whatever. Coffee, we all need more coffee.
People walk by and say hello.
Sit down and join us. Time is different for each of us relative to the speed of light, according to the theory of relativity. The difference is so slight that we decide to act as if time is constant. And so we agree to meet at 10am on Friday. Our day doesn't officially begin until we read our horoscopes.