A Tasseography for her
A TASSEOGRAPHY FOR HER By Gerlie M. Uy She drinks coffee everyday, placing her stained cup in a different spot each time. Her stained cups, different each day, stay between the keyboard and the mouse, along the dusty books in the old bookshelf, among the stacks of recent and old papers, all waiting to be washed. Everywhere. I won't tell you more about her garden, or her closet or the house she calls home. But I can tell you that just by looking at her stained cups, this woman has so much in her lap -- unfulfilled desires and untended relationships. She goes in and out of her daily tasks like someone who has done it a million times, without a feeling of happiness or even dread. Just disinterest. She drank her coffee a million times, perhaps to tick her brain and kick her system. But she remains disinterested. Just by reading her life through her stained cups, I can tell that all she needs is to wash her stained cups one by one. A TASSEOGRAPHY FOR H