Coffee. Pressure drop. There was a spiral staircase leading nowhere, and people milled around it drinking coffee and waiting for their bowels to move. Toughen up. Toughen up. Toughen up. Toughen up. Jove’s monkey slapped its mantra against the little pastel furballs of his mind. They didn’t like to be slapped; they liked to choreograph … Continue reading Pressure Drop