ABOUT: THE WORD COFFEE
NARRATIVE: THE WORD COFFEE
Another view.
Time, encounters, and words that should never have existed.
For a very long time, I was wandering through a grey, colorless space. There were countless pieces scattered all over the place, most of which were broken. My breathing became shallow. I was even losing my senses, and as time went on, the only thing I could think about to escape the pain was disappearing.
The grey space was turning into darkness.
As I stood on the fragile, crumbling edge, peering into the abyss, I saw a glimmer of color in the scattered fragments. I needed to gather them up before darkness covered everything.
I spent so long collecting these colorful fragments that my memory became hazy, and then I suddenly looked up and realized that the gray space that was turning into darkness had now turned into a colorful landscape.
The colorful things were fragments of words deep in my memory that I had almost forgotten.
I realized that everything that had happened up until now was connected, and I felt the inevitability of it all.
Among the pieces scattered across the grey space was one fragment that was bright amber and contained many words.
A dozen years ago, before I found myself lost in the grey space, I first encountered Specialty Coffee on a chilly autumn evening. It was a memorable encounter with a clear, vibrant amber-colored coffee that was completely different from the coffee I had been drinking since I was a child.
Until then, I had only been treating coffee as a hobby, without giving it much thought. But that incident instantly changed my perception of coffee, and it was my turning point that led me to delve into its profound world. Without that incident, coffee would not have existed among the colorful fragments in the grey space, and I would not be here today delivering coffee.
Even the smallest of events chain together without our realizing it, influencing each other and becoming different colors and scenery.
For me, the key to entering a new world born from such a small opportunity was just a cup of coffee on that chilly autumn evening.
Even if you are once again swallowed up by a gray space, you will no longer be lost. The colorful fragments and the many words they contain are certainly there.
I hope and wish to continue weaving these words together in the future.
So that breath and words are never lost.