9.06.25: Coffee Regret

I bought a $7 coffee because the barista said it had “notes of oak and melancholy.” I don’t even know what that means. But it tasted like regret in a nice way. I sat on a stool made of reclaimed irony and stared into the middle distance. I think I remembered every bad haircut I ever had. It was one of those coffees that makes you rethink who you are. I left the shop slower. Softer. A better man, probably. Or maybe just more caffeinated. Honestly hard to tell these days. Either way, 10/10 would drink again and overthink everything.