Dreaming Reality
a coffee journal
03–12–2023
Imagine living a dream. All that you wanted to do, you could do. In your world, you have little stress of anything at all; it is a sacred, revered place where values and respect hold the foundations. You are protected even from the trifles of your own disposition.
Wakefulness opposes the dream state — as the sleep loses its grip, the haven shakes upon the memory of life. It was a dream after all, real for us, still alive somewhere.
Imagine reality. It won’t be that hard to grasp what’s what if you look around. It is hard to ignore for long, yet it is open for interpretation. Your world could be their world; their world could be yours and still be different. We only wake up to reality; we never wake up from it. It is real as it gets and wakes you from the dream sooner or later.
I am trying my luck with an over-extracted dark roast espresso today. At one point, I wished that the brew should taste like cola, given its color and my expectations of its strength.
Though I find darker roasts and over-extracted coffees to be very helpful when it comes to maintaining the right balance of acidity and taste for a longer haul.
It suits the longer sitting time of sociopaths, lazy Sundays, or extra work weeks. Even hangovers, early mornings, wakeful nights, forced tourism, non-fiction books, philosophy, and writing coffee journals. All are among the beneficiaries of a darker, almost burnt-tasting coffee.
All those states of being where one wakes up eluding a dream, to a little forceful reality. It’s comforting in a way that you get a taste of things to come, and if it goes smoother than anticipated, that is like having a slice of chocolate cake.
Cherry on top is a dream come true; maybe that’s why you don’t see that often around town.
P.S.: New criteria for a good bakery or café serving cake unlocked.
Girinder Chauhan 2024
