Thought Experiments

Prompts to light up the constellations of memory

Dear reading companions,

I was waiting in line at my local cafe a few days ago, when the voice of a woman in front of me sounded familiar, but with an echo of the past. Her short blonde hair caught the morning light, and her coffee order was spoken in a sharp exhale — “piccolo extra hot”. She paid, adjusted her glasses, then shuffled her laptop and paper…