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| Bending reality, one espresso at a time. |
This morning, I spotted myself trapped inside its chrome, stretched and curved like I’d wandered into a funhouse mirror. One arm raised, camera in hand, caught in the middle of my daily ritual.
I guess that’s what happens with the objects we use every day. They start to collect little versions of us, our habits, our shapes, our reflections. Some mornings, they even throw us back at ourselves in strange, funny ways.
So yes, I live inside my coffee machine now. At least until the next espresso.
Location: Home, Dubai.

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