today i tried to make espresso on the stove two times but kept getting afraid i was doing it wrong and there would be an explosion, so i stopped. (my apartment smelled like coffee even though i hadn't had any, which was confusing.) when i investigated possible problems, i realized that i had tamped the grounds too much and the water couldn't get through. (i think you can also tamp your life too much // maybe i have tamped my life too much.) later on i was in an elevator with patti smith, but i didn't tell her about the espresso. instead, i asked her how her wednesday was going. she said she had allergies and also she had thought it was a tuesday, but admitted that i was probably right. (i was right.)