
I · AFTERNOON
The Tea Ceremony
Steam climbs like a question mark. Sit, sip, and let the city slow down around you.

Out past the neon, behind the curtain, a camp filled with curious souls pour tea, flip dosas, and ask the questions you only answer at 3am in the dust.

Steam climbs like a question mark. Sit, sip, and let the city slow down around you.

A stranger, an honest question, and wherever the answer takes you.

The griddle hisses, the batter spreads thin as the horizon, and the line becomes a party.