Reggae beats drift amid the aroma of french roast as passersby huddle at a bus stop. Fastidious baristas scurry like floating heads arms moving as if controlled by a puppeteer.
Author: Nick Saba
I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.
