Nespresso Sadness

When I moved to Athens, near the end of 2021, to be with my Anthi, at least in spirit, and finish my book about Anthi and M, I purchased an Illy machine, but the coffee capsules were made from plastic and tended to explode over 25% of the time, so I threw it away since the seller and the manufacturer would not replace it or even acknowledge the problem. I googled it, and other people around the world had complained about the same issue. So much; I mean little, about Illy. I then purchased a Nespresso machine — the one in silver in the photo above — which I should have bought in the first place given that I had the same one before and it was excellent. So much for change.

Following four temporary lodgings in the form of Airbnbs — a horror story for some other time — I finally found a newly furnished home and moved in on Canada Day (July 1st). You may have guessed that another Nespresso machine — the one in black in the photo above — was waiting patiently for a new friend. Like humans, machines do not like masters. Perhaps a rule we should adopt when it comes to AI. Two machines are better than one, since I could make two short or two tall espressos at the same time, which I do most of the time, or one tall and one short, alternating between the machines. One of the machines, however, almost cried every time, voicing its sadness for a few seconds.

You may have guessed that it was the new machine that came with the rest of the apartment. I figured that this model was made this way, but it was uncanny to hear it each time complaining about life and perhaps the heat in its gut. It still cried when I used it alone, so it was not jealousy in its spirit. I liked both machines, but this one made me sad. Birds of a feather flock together, they said in Hebrew and Greek, and I guess that it can also apply to humans and machines.

Nespresso capsules are made from aluminum and thus cannot explode, and are supposedly recycled (the plastic bag in the photo above). There are many flavours for most tastes. I tried more than a few but picked one with an aftertaste of cocoa. Coffee and dark chocolate can dance the tango with the right beans, no matter the machine. Yet, a sad Nespresso may elevate the espresso, especially with high-fat coconut milk, towards the sky both within and without.

Nespresso sadness

sips into my coffee cup;

taste seems to beat it.

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