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I love iced lattes in winter. Sometimes, tranquility is born in the unseasonal.

I always prefer to buy sugar-coated lies over the plain truth.

Tea is a spell in water, deceiving you into thinking life has meaning.

Is a hotel latte the sunk cost of a habit or the dividend of daily life?

The beauty of the teacup lies in its emptiness. By filling it, we make that emptiness visible.

To slurp soba is to embrace its inherent emptiness.

What is absent defines what remains.

Into the empty teacup, keep pouring what does not exist. Until silence overflows.

A full bar is a market; watch who buys, who sells, and who holds.

In the silence of the lounge, calculate the cost of every “yes” you have ever uttered.