15 March 2011

It's raining hard. I've been drinking green tea all day, inexpensive but handcrafted, creamy and delicately floral. Springtime in a cup. My favourite tea shop keeps discontinuing my new discoveries so one is an old favourite, the other a new-to-me quiet seller. I note that surely labour is being exploited and feel every bit the capitalist, stockpiling my goods. I am procrastinating. I am memorizing. It feels like it will never end but it is all finishing too fast.

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