Coffee Talk

Why Egg Coffee Couldn’t Inspire My ‘Unsent Letters’ Series It was one of those humid, bright Hanoi mornings where the sunshine felt thick and the streets were already a river of motorbikes and commerce. I was sitting at a tiny, low table, the kind that makes your knees touch your chin, near a bustling sidewalk.…

This morning, I made myself a cup of coffee and, without thinking, poured a little too much. The dark liquid rose past the rim, spilling over and tracing small rivers down the mug before settling into a quiet puddle on the counter. As I reached for a cloth to wipe it away, I paused and…