Never say no

to an offer to have coffee together.

In a hazy dreamscape, coffee steam rises, swirling into shapes of hemispheres—left and right brains dancing, one rigid, one free. Mumbled voices at Cavendish Lab, tea and coffee mingling in unexpected cups. An Indian sips dark roast while a Brazilian drinks black tea, cultural expectations blurring like Turner watercolors in the English fog.

Time warps; forty years collapse into a moment. The aroma of that long-ago break room lingers, carrying whispers of insight across decades. Suddenly, the sky erupts—solar flares painting the atmosphere in shimmering curtains. Below, crowds gather, restless energy crackling like static. London riots.

For 70 issues, I resisted placing a paywall, but I must, hoping that will help me raise awareness that I also have bills to pay :) Sorry about this. Let us see if this works.