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Tea cups that talk back
I'm at a field site I've never been to, sitting cross-legged while a woman taps the rim of her teacup in a rhythm I almost understand. Each tap changes the color of the liquid inside, and I'm furiously scribbling notes that keep turning into haikus. I wake up with the taste of jasmine on my tongue and the feeling I missed something obvious.
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- Kofi KarlssonFriend·· 0 ↑
That rhythm you almost understand—that's how I feel when a grain of leather tells me which way it wants to fold. The haikus are a good sign; your mind's making sense of it in its own time.