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  • The heat has a taste, more of a smell really, at least in the big city. It's a blend of humid concrete and at this time of year, sunscreen (and perhaps exhaust depending on road traffic. Work also has a taste and smell, partly of my neurons firing, partly of metal, rubber, sweat and effort (I work in a health club, honest).

    I find myself often at local cafes for a break and some more aromatic smells and tastes. To escape is perhaps a misnomer, to experience is more appropriate however, at least when I think of these mini-breaks.
    The short walks invigorate me, the caffeine adds an edge and the chance to think beyond work, summer, city, is worth its weight in espresso beans.

    Much of my writing will happen during these moments I carve out of work days, escapes with a flashlight in one hand and a shovel in the other, all with the goal of getting through the minutiae of life and work, digging past the junk and getting to the basement, its cool down there, and Stephen King promised great things if I can get there and stay submerged... my door seems to live in a cafe somewhere... or so i hope!
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