While waiting for and drinking one cup of coffee, one was subjected to several mini-dramas being played out, each with a unique narrative. Lit naturally by the morning winter's light, and leakages of tungsten and halogen and fluorescent from windows and doors, each singular moment compels and seduces.
One should wait and just watch, and if one is lucky, one gets to record. One location, one morning, and a nice cup of coffee is all one needs.
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