Hiroshima mon amour, par Alain Resnais 1959

Afloat

I stared across the top of my coffee. Coffee, because it’s loud and clear and clean. A cocktail, a wine, a pint — all for drowning.

Isn’t that the thing about vice & virtue? Do the right thing, and you don’t get what you want. Do what you want, and your hands are dirty.

There’s no way to win.

So coffee it is.