freudian coffee mugs.

drinking coffee is an experience.
the beverage aside, there are many variables.
it depends on the time of day, the company, the temperature, and the mug.
today, the experience is generic.
it's kenya, late morning, alone, freshly brewed, and in one of eight black and white mass-produced mugs.
i typically never use these for coffee. they're for tea, if i run out of tea cups.
or for parties or guests.
but today, i chose the sterile black outside, white inside, unflawed mug that only a machine can make.
was this intentional? subconscious? a freudian tap on the shoulder?
perhaps.