Coffee.

Simple, complicated. Available often, occasionally different. An old umbrella factory in Penistone, now a roastery. Through the window: flowers, birds, wind; the rest out of focus, except deliveries. Green coffee arrives, we roast it, it leaves again. International logistics in small print, foreign policy handled daily. Farmers, exporters, importers, roasters, couriers. Many hands, many miles. Some say nothing should move. What are we supposed do? Supplying the world’s drug of choice. Call it daywork, call it public service. Serious about the coffee, relaxed about most other things. Charge it to the plastic.