Jostling around in my black hole today, when I came upon an old man. He was sitting in a coffee shop in Tribeca. And just as I was walking by him on my way out, I caught him out of the corner of my eye.
There it was, a sweet squarish salt shaker with a steady stream of salt pouring straight into his cup of steaming very black espresso. I started to do a double take but then I caught myself. I knew that he knew and he knew likewise.
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