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The shop appears only when you’re not looking for it.

A still table is always in motion.

Good teas make time nonlinear. So to speak, it slides, as if sideways.

This latte will be forgotten, surely. Yet I remember it now. And that is enough.

In a lounge, you are both the guest and the ghost.

Tea is nature drinking itself, and you are nature.

Don’t wait for spring—become it.

A lounge is a place where you learn that nothing truly belongs to you, not even your thoughts.

In the morning’s Zen lounge, I emptied my mind. I turned to my MacBook. ChatGPT whispered: YOU ARE INSIDE ME NOW.

Don’t go to a café. Become a part of it. Don’t drink a latte. Experience it.