I've ordered a coffee. I forgot about it. I didn't get it. Than I wanted to order my munchies. Momos with coco and banana. So I went to the kitchen and sticked my head through the window that connects both areas. Ordering the Momos, I've got reminded about my coffee, just by simply recognising the empty glass on the table. The understanding between the mother and me about the coffee was clear. There was no need for a reorder. She started the job. Turning around, grabbing this nescafe bag, moving back to the glass, dipping the powder to the bottom of it. Than dipping her finger in the back, covering her finger tip with the same powder and holding the finger towards her small baby girl, toddler. Turning again around, facing the oven with the milk. The toddler trying to get more of this black treasure. Too small to grasp the glass. Too stubborn to still trying it. The mother turned just in the right moment around to make not worse things happen. It was a battle of freeing the glass out of the strong determined grip of the children's fingers. She filled in the milk in the glass. The colour changed from pure white to a milky brown. The smell of coffee started to raise. The child was longing for the glass.
It all happened in slow motion. Precisely pictures. Razor harp imprints. Each of them. The coffee dust black finger dip on the unchangeable way into the mouth of the young toddler. The change on the face. No direct eye contact with the mother. The hands of the toddler greedily trying to get more of that black good stuff. His eyes over blown and freaky starring at me through the glasses walls. The mother with the back towards her child. The slowly change of the glasses liquid. No more pure. No more white.
I am intoxicated on so many levels.
Intoxication on so many more.
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I suppose the coffee is my burden in the social battle for equality and awareness. Haha. What the f***. Embodying the choking grip of multinational concerns and political institutions. My action - affeecting - the core of the spine. Your action - the same - the worlds combine. It crosses my way often, in different nuances, shapes and patterns. Coffee and Children, remember 'not so' Happy Hampi and the Story of the Chai Children.
Nescafe and globally performed slavery through capitalism. Where everyone chooses to be a slave by themselve. Some conscious. Some unaware. Do you see the influnce, do you recognise the 'butterfly effect' in your cup of coffee? Where do you wanna start? Give me a keyword and lets talk about it. The source of the change. The fource of the new beginning. It's not just you who is the change, it's the change we implent in our children. ... mindbubbeling ... and that's man is a fucking huge responsibilty, where we should never forget, that the mistakes our parents made, where made because they didn't know better. But they made their mistakes, followed their wrong believes, out of the same motion, we want to enpower in our children now: Love and compassion. ... end of mindbuddeling ... Fuck guys, just think about this tiny small little impact we do with our consumption.