i can't say for sure what it is about quiet moments in the office when the sun is shining through the windows, my coffee is warm and milky and my papers are in order.it just makes me want to light up a cigarette and put my feet up, so pleased i am with the whole scene.
...however, there's a distinct knowledge that smoking a cigarette might hinder the scene all together. the sheer muji-ness of it all. the purity and japonisme of it which would only be completed by also having a large, lazy cat on my lap.
i do believe i was, quite possibly, born in the wrong era...or, mayhaps, i should've been born in several eras simultaneously.
OR i'm going to start a new era.
my brain.
not working.
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