EXPRESSO

There is no time…
This story is about time illusiveness. There is no past, no future – there is the only moment of right here and right now.
This story is about an average writer who finds himself in different places in different situations precisely at the same time – he manages to do unbelievable deeds… but he cannot find some minutes to have a cup of espresso not in express mode. Can one realize that, until future turns into past omitting present? How can one study this lesson better? Repeating it…