My tea is done steeping, and orenji is rebooted, picking up the wifi.
I look to my right, because I like recognizing which blogs people read. It’s an about page. The author is “a writer… sometimes artist… wants to be a geographer”. I am not sure what a geographer is. Sidebar shows links to “Sites I Like”. A site I created is listed.
I don’t look to my left, but I am aware of the landscape Moleskin open, dark ink making pleasant shapes, solid block of text. The person is sipping coffee, a paper cup with a lid. I know this because a few moments later the lid came off the cup and it slowly poured its contents onto the notebook, the pleasant ink, dyeing it and the other objects on the table the light brown of coffee and whichever white substance people put in coffee.
I am not alone. Everyone is connected to me, or more specifically, they are me.
My tea is delicious.