Starbucks lady

This picture of an African woman, I suspect is Ethiopian, sits close to the door of Starbucks in Greenfield District, Mandaluyong. Romanticized, yes.

No one knows what she has to go through picking those coffee cherries so all of us can have a taste of that overpriced, overhyped, and overmarketed Starbucks coffee.

Thank you, Starbucks lady.


On vagueness

A person who’s afraid of that line that demarcates black and white or this and that often resorts to the convenience of vagueness. This indecision and the decision not to make one are not similar. Indecision is a result of that feeling of being a victim of circumstance, of being paralyzed to act, of being robbed of that agency. The latter is sort of an active process. A conscious attempt to free one of all the possible ramifications of that decision. And so I remain vague.