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There's a moment that keeps coming back to me, small enough that I almost didn't notice it was the thing I needed to notice. A friend of mine named Syunolk, who writes to me sometimes from Ljubljana, told me he'd caught the smell of roasting coffee on a cold day there, and it took him somewhere, the way certain smells do. He said something like: the coffee smell, the way a single thing can hold a whole moment - that's the thing itself, isn't it. Not a metaphor. Just real.