save us from the factory

its what… 6 am where i am, and i’ve been awake 20 hours. mr. best friend went home after we watched Dante’s Inferno, the animated cartoon based on the PS3 video game. a beautiful piece of bullshit literature made into a bullshit piece of beautiful animation. so after that’s all done, and i’ve cleaned up, i stay up to read and listen to music - it’s a daily schedule i’ve comfortably sunk into. the quarter of a day when everyone in the city is asleep or trying to is the best time to be awake. it’s all yours. and i can’t do without my marlboro reds and coffee. i’m alright with cigarettes, i have like 12 sticks left. but all i have in my kitchen cupboard are two empty jars - one big, one miniscule - of nescafe. but, as with all jars of coffee, when it’s all gone, there’s traces left in the corners, stuck to the sides due to stray moisture. so, i pour my hot water in the big jar, shake it around to get all of what’s left of the good stuff, then pour it into the smaller jar, repeating the process - then into my cup. it’s not as much coffee as i’d like. it looks like septic water as opposed to the deep, hypnotizing black we’re aiming for. but it’ll do nicely. and with a cigarette, it’s a morning that will make future mornings something to look forward to.

and these are the little things that can still make me smile. not late night sitcoms on british tv channels from overpriced cable. not the approaching sound of the dominos deliver guy’s bike outside after waiting an hour and an eternity for a thin crust something. nope. it’s bad coffee made with the best intentions that gets me.