A bit of workplace objecture here. The lid of a small black hot coffee from Dunkin. I suppose I don’t need to say “hot” anymore – when it was “hot” outside they’d always ask Hot or Iced? But now it’s assumed Hot. Hot is the new Cold.
I was originally struck by the coffee stains on this lid, the evaporated contents from a steamy cup of awakeness (less and less effective, such is office work [not in a bad way, just the felt reality]). But then I figured I’d dish it some of my general green/cyan coloration, and thus seen here is what I ended up with. No black/white image with brown of coffee.
Whatever the case, it’s garbage. It’s a lid on a cup of coffee that serves only to prevent spillage as I walk up four flights of stairs, coffee/donut in one hand, bicycle in the other. Doorways are a negotiation process, to say the least.
The coverage of caffeine.