Was it envy? My sister-in-law has one like that. Of glass. Elegant and turbo chic. However, the main aesthetic experience begins when you turn on the kettle. Then it glows blue. And when the water starts to boil, the bubbles blink. Blue blue. At the end the whole thing bubbles in the most wonderful azure. Caribbean in the kitchen. A hot tub next to the sink. When I’m with my sister-in-law, all I do is watch until the water boils. In complete ecstasy. I could make coffee all day. Or tea. Black. Green. White. Or just water. But who does that.
And mine? Above all, is old. 25 years or so. It was already in our student flat. You can tell by looking at him. Stained metal, tarnished plastic, a petticoat made of lime – that’s what his dress is made of. Not nice. A real kitchen shock. And behaves like that too. To protest the neglect, he spits bits of lime into the coffee. Dark brown plates that stick to the tongue like edible paper. They also taste like that, like nothing at all. But hair doesn’t taste like anything and still it’s disgusting in the mouth.
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