A cautionary tale in which Kevin fails to get his preferred coffee from the roaster.

"I drank what was convenient, usually dark roasted blends from the store—bitter, strong, forgettable"
—Ken Smith

There are two roasts I buy regularly enough that they're usually available at home. I'm fortunate enough to have my roaster come to the farmers' market every week so I can, if need be, replenish my supply. From time to time, for whatever reason, sometimes I fail to pick up my coffee and am obliged to do an emergency grocery store run, absent an open cafe with good specialty roasts. Sadly, due to time and organisational pressures, there have been a few times lately that I've needed to run to the supermarket to pick something up. Today was such a day.

My local store, a fairly down-market

I am not going to sit here and pretend
I ever fought an urge to touch you
because my heart wears armour so thick
it refuses to reach for things it cannot hold.
My brain cannot extend
the moments we spent into anything more
than those moments. The first rule
of being a daisy pinned against someone
else's side is don't tease yourself.
Wanting more is papercuts between fingercrooks
and lemons and salt.

I will admit, however,
that my cerebellum

Mage: the Awakening is the new World of Darkness/Chronicles of Darkness installment that replaced Mage: the Ascension. The old World of Darkness was a mish-mash of different perspectives and traditions with Abrahamic history for the vampiric spawn of Cain, Animism for the werewolves, Irish mythology for the changelings, and coptic mummies. Mage: the Ascension had the unenviable job of trying to be the most things to