i’ve tasted a lot of teas today. all for the first time. and they have all been lovely in their own way.
i’m just not feeling very talkative is all.
here have a tiny poem.
Kafka’s Hat
by Richard Brautigan
With the rain falling
surgically against the roof,
I ate a dish of ice cream
that looked like Kafka’s hat.
It was a dish of ice cream
tasting like an operating table
with the patient staring
up at the ceiling.
