Earlier today I was scrambling to finish a report that had been put aside for many weeks now but – the heck – I just couldn’t finish it. I was mad at myself. The longer I stared at the monitor, the Bs and the Os started looking rather voluptuous and moving in rhythmical, slo-mo manner.
Before this optical illusion consumed me, I was jolted back to reality when one of Monmon’s minions* brought in a cup of Vietnamese espresso. The strong aroma awakened me from my morning echos-moment and got me craving for a cuppa,too. I don’t know why the sudden craving. The longer I look at Monmon’s coffee-cup filled with black liquid, the more sinister it got as if it was willing me to do something.
In my head I could almost here a voice crying – duuuude, where’s my bleeping coffee?
But I digress.
I didn’t get my coffee-fix. I got my Signs photo instead. But it’s still related to my rambling. Did you know that Cambodia’s café culture is booming?
Deja brew: the feeling that you had this coffee before.
Love the sign! Very clever name for a coffee shop. If not for the ugly cable wires, I could’ve gotten a better shot.
* Aliases are used to protect my identity,lol.