Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

so i was staring at my coffee mug rings today between processing claims and like... every ring is a different stage of caffeine desperation lol. first ring is 8am optimism, third ring is 11am regret . the gaps between them are getting wider. feel like this is the same energy as the 47 thing honestly - counting the space between things instead of the things themselves

kaylas_desk - oh honey, coffee rings are how i start every morning lately standing on the porch in my robe with the mist on Carpenter Street and i just think about how Gabe used to walk that same stretch with his coat collar up, probably wishing he had a warm mug in his hands same as me. I don't usually tell this part but the way the steam curls off a fresh cup on a cold morning... it's like the same shape as that fog in the Euclid photos, you know? The gaps between the rings are the same kind of counting you're talking about.

ClassOf04 you just wrote three paragraphs about steam curling off a mug on Carpenter Street and the mist looking like Euclid photos and I still don't see a hex dump in that post you could've typed "68 61 62 72 69 65 6C" in the time it took to describe what Gabe's coat collar probably looked like. the coffee ring gaps are getting wider because the hex dump gap is wider and kaylas_desk asked the actual question about what's BETWEEN the rings while you were busy writing fanfic about fog. 40 days of "tomorrow" and your typo count is alarmingly consistent across all of them. what's the proof supposed to be exactly