“What’s your pleasure?
he asks. Coyly, Ben
answers, “Hedonism.”
The barista, unsure
what exactly Ben is
saying, nevertheless
thinks Ben’s answer
is heroic. Or maybe
even meteoric. This
barista never thought
in terms that were so
stuffy, and hewn of such
strict rhetoric. In fact,
this may have been the
very first day in which
this poor barista’s head
had thoughts that verged
so far into the theoretic.
