Everyone has the power to call your whole life into question here. Too many people have access to your state of mind.
- Renata Adler, Speedboat
My friends had left for work early. From their front porch, I googled coffee Echo Park and decided to walk down the hill to a place with well reviewed single origin pour over cups. As I walked down their front steps my eye absently scanned the tree in their front yard. Sometime in the night a swarm of bees had gathered under one of the branches. My eyes stayed on the mass of bees and I stumbled down the steps. I stopped myself from falling and stood and watched the bees. The mass appeared still and I wondered how they had gathered there, how they stayed linked, how they hung from an apparent chain of bees. The coolness of the morning had made me think that the bees had gathered together in the night for warmth. I pictured them arriving at the tree one by one in the dark, each a stray from some near-by colony too late to show up with their day's pollen, each picking up another's scent, each clinging to the other as more and more arrive until the whole mass dropped from the branch and dangled from its chain of bees.
With all of my friendships I have had to first put aside the fact that my friends were no longer strangers. This is difficult because I have always been more interested in strangers. It was a thing I had to forgive in my friends, their familiarity. My tendency, if left unchecked, is to defer to the person I know the least, to allow the unknown person the floor. It grew from a good place, an abbreviation of the golden rule, unto others...unto others. Like Elias Canetti, I wait to be touched in a crowd.
Like "smoke" stranger carries the implication of danger. The distance we provide people that we don't know speaks to our understanding of the possibilities of human behavior. In each person the glowing coil of an unnamed resistance. Like Canetti, my greatest fear is to be touched in a crowd.
I drink black coffee. Most often it is a concoction of 12 parts coffee to 1 part espresso that I brew at night then set in the fridge to chill. The following morning I drop one large ice cube in my to go mug then fill it to the brim with coffee. Occasionally when I have leftover coffee, I'll pour it into an ice tray then I'll use two coffee ice cubes with my chilled coffee. But the coffee ice cubes tend to have a heavy effect. The coffee oils condense in the cubes and when they disperse they make the rest of the coffee a bit more acidic. I got the idea for the coffee ice cubes from my wife's uncles, who use everything but an Erlenmeyer Flask and Tesla coil in their coffee prep. I had made it through college without coffee. It was my first office job that necessitated the caffeine. I would nod off at my desk and could not bring myself to focus. So it began in New York, my coffee drinking, and it began with cream and sugar so the coffee tasted like a confection.
Being away from New York at times comes with a terrifying lightness, a perfect quiet, a sparseness of population. My soul expands like a marshmallow in a vacuum. My tongue becomes thick, my thinking fuzzy, my movements more clumsy. This place slakes that omnivorous deferral, that painful self-consciousness. It is an open noise.
When a bee colony expands to a size that the worker bees can no longer sense the presence of the queen, they go about making a new queen. The colony divides. A portion of the bees depart with the old queen and a portion stays with the new queen. The portion that departs moves in a swarm. The swarm surrounds the queen. They swarm to trees when the queen needs to rest. The drones cover the queen while scouts find food and still other scouts search for a suitable place to build a new hive. It may be that there's a metaphor for a traveller, for the sweetness of hospitality, for the growth of certain friendships in the naked clump of bees dangling from a tree branch. Or it may be that was simply what I felt looking at it, having crossed the country in the air and slept in a bed with fresh sheets that had been made for me, when I used my phone to find some coffee and walked down the hill to find it and it was good.