One Morning Idiosyncrasy 

I hadn’t brushed my teeth that night. My mind probably felt some haggard disgruntled thing but the shadow of fatigue put it to sleep before it could protest. Sleep that night was a sequence of unbroken oscillations, to pull the body up into the facilities, then return it — then flop it — onto its bed. It was heavy and perhaps it was arguably insomnia-esque but it formed little bother. I slept and awoke before any cognitive processes could take place anyway.

There was gravel in my esophagus.

“Hmhm.” 

I felt the gravel rumble slightly the way a car produces sounds of rumble on rutted highways. It stayed and I could recognize its presence so I awoke. 

I awoke to a scatter of bed pieces and to a stench that didn’t walk in accord with my slight obstinance so I rummaged through material and began with the mundanity. The mundanity that only so rarely slips passed me, perhaps the way only some falling tree leaves may lay uncounted. And so I tidied and organized, blah blah blah about the details, I suppose. Then I made myself a cup of tea. 

Invariably it was unsweetened green tea. But I drenched it in lime juice this morning — perhaps the throaty gravel would rumble a little more. I sat cross legged on my perfectly arranged bed; its sheets detoxified from my home apothecary, resting pacified and undisturbed. Even my body weight did not mark crescents on the linen — I was so lightweight. My body was experiencing an impeccable liberation from hedonistic heaviness. And so it reposed holding warmth between its fingers, whispering soft rhythmic prayers as a piano would emanate in solitude. Each note the same, but each note so inarguably different. I never liked pianos and their eerie ambience. I never understood solitude. 

This morning, as the subdued sunshine peered through the tiny window, as my skin absorbed the moisture of the oils I slathered it in, as my emptied stomach rumbled quietly, whispering it was awake, as a breeze smoothly swept over my skin particles enticing a placated shiver, I wasn’t here for a moment. It was so slight, so insignificantly slight that I suppose it may be measured only inside a dream, where swirls of oblivion make sense. But I was up somewhere, gone, almost finally — then gently returned into the lightness. Into where the people live. 

I was not sad then. Perhaps there was slight commiseration but I felt a jovial emptiness. Perhaps empty gives off an unjust connotation. A nothingness, that’s it. For once the world wasn’t here, and it was too slight of a moment to be defined as some event — I know there is more, so much more for a heaven before the heaven. For that real type of faith. But this morning was quite nice. 

I am lying in the same bed now; night has arrived. The sheets are wrinkled and I can’t exactly distinguish aroma — my body feels like it is recovering from a few punches, feeble. Like those frail pieces of paper that are extracted from a shredder, maybe a little less exaggerated. Years have passed today — 

And that is my obnoxious hyperbole for “Hey, I’m getting a cold.” 

Ah, we writers are so ridiculous. 

So wonderfully ridiculous. 

August 21st is National Sweet Tea Day!

It’s a special day for the Evince blog! Happy [sweetened green] tea drinking! I will surely be swigging a few cups.

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Here’s 5 facts about Tea:

  1. Many say iced tea was ‘invented’ at the 1904 St. Louis World’s Fair where ice was added to hot tea to cool down the visitors.
  2. Thomas Sullivan ‘accidentally’ invented the teabag when he sent out tea samples in small silk pouches to customers in 1904. The pouches proved much less messy thatn raw tea leaves. The rest is history.
  3. Tea is believed to have arrived in Europe thanks to a Portuguese Jesuit priest named Jasper de Cruz after visiting China in 1590
  4.  Drinking tea helps boost the immune system do to its natural antibacterial properties.
  5. Tea can also help regulate cholesterol.

Today’s Food History

  • 1814 Benjamin Thompson, Count von Rumford died. American physician who invented the percolator, a pressure cooker and a kitchen stove. He is frequently credited with creating baked Alaska.
  • 1988 Pubs are now allowed to stay open 12 hours each day (except…

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