Sitting in a coffee shop, waiting to be delivered, the coffee delivery.. or a delivery of a blow of “ideas”
Now to get the coffee there are two options.
find a suspect; noodle over and begin to bight them, putting your teeth in their clay like flesh. An attempt to catch any last ounce of coffee they drunk.
The other option is to go up to the coffee counter, say those words “a coffee please” and pay, sit down. Perhaps start drawing people turning into vampires and sucking out coffee.
A much pleasanter compromise…
This is what I must struggle with every day. Loving coffee versus romanticizing the thought process to drinking it.
I drink less coffee then most, at the same time the shop itself holds a little world of its own.
sitting by the cup, creators attend to their work.
Here is what I have created.
Xo, Anna Wills.