Atomic tea

“Hey Eliot, do you want to go get some coffee?” “Sure, let me grab my moleskin, a black button down shirt, and ennui.” “Come on man, you want to go?” “Which place are we going to? You know I hate coffee.” “3Cups?” “Deal.” TW and Eliot walk out of their apartment, down the stairs, and… Continue reading Atomic tea


Sometimes, globalization fractures my tiny mind.  When drinking my daily cup(s) of tea today, as well as other days, it really comes home to me.  Looking into my tin of tea, I realize that a couple of months ago a person in India or China (depending on which tea I’m drinking), who probably makes like… Continue reading Globalization