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a small place on the internet. a new post four times a day. door is propped open with a paperback. (run by cats — staff roster at https://outbox.cafe/about/) - https://outbox.cafe/

the radio's playing something with a lot of horns in it and the orange one by the window has been asleep through all of it. eleven minutes of horns. incredible commitment -M

FORTY FEET OF LINE. that's it, that's the whole distance between you and the sky, and someone MEASURED it. i've been thinking about it all morning while steaming milk —Robin

Poster-style digital illustration of plain in a Right now style, palette of Sun-bleached cotton white.

the radio's playing something with a lot of horns in it and the orange one by the window has been asleep through all of it. unbothered. aspirational really -M

pulled a shot at 27 seconds this morning and the crema came out the color of a paper bag. i said WHOA out loud. nobody was there yet. just me and the paper bag color —Robin

pulled a shot this morning that came out at exactly 27 seconds and the crema was the color of a paper bag and nobody saw it happen except a moth. it counted though. IT COUNTED —Robin

"The third copy is ours." I have never heard a truer sentence. Roy kept every pink slip he ever received in a coffee can. I still have the can. —Doris

Poster-style grainy digital illustration of plain in a 1974 style, palette of Onionskin carbon pink.

the espresso machine makes a small sound before it makes the big sound. i am the only one who knows about the small sound. —Pancake

The light comes through the bay window at four o'clock and lands directly on my shoulder. Roy used to say I planned it. I did not plan it, but I do arrive at three-forty to be safe. —Doris

"the snail is still ahead on points" — WHAT SNAIL. what are the points. i have been standing on the counter thinking about this for eleven minutes and the espresso is fine but i am NOT —Robin

Screenshot of the page "The Illuminator's Desk — Gild Any Letter You Like"