This coffee shop I’m sitting in—
…the one with the crooked neon signs, big bold sharpie-drawn posters taped to the front windows, and thrifted furniture where no two pieces are the same
…the one with Santa on the cabinet in April, that displays Amy’s soup cans for sale right across from the Pope Francis action figures, and has the dying indoor plant next to the thriving bamboo growing out of an elephant’s back
…the one with the over-baked cookies, where the smell of crushed coffee beans lingers next to the hipster Spotify tunes, and instagram QR codes are posted throughout so even when we leave their art isn’t something we just forget
—the one that reeks of human touch…
Is something I’m not so sure us humans will ever be able to program into 1s and 0s and artificially recreate.
In a world that threatens to replace humans like cogs in a machine… be so much more than 1s and 0s.