I drink coffee. Latte. Everything melts. The froth clings to the cup rim and a stray drop liquefies and falls on the paper. Today morning's news late at night. Someone&'s death must have been buried. Someone's life must have grown up. The news is not news although coffee does awaken it.
I am numb to it. No response. A call comes through. Testing. Testing. Testing. Me. Let us see...
There's nothing to see. The frozen has melted. The sculpture is clay again. The mould is broken.
Make me all over again.