The Roasted Demand

It has been a tiring night where the eyes couldn’t wait to close shut. Into those dreams of darkness, it seems like I have traveled afar many light years. The new stories that pop up and the unrecognized links that exist makes it far more terrifying. But wasn’t the nap for to rest away from such tiring chaos? How has such a resting state turn otherwise? Probably the term rest is a mere illusion that the mind has rubbed onto the body to trick it further. The loss of external stimuli doesn’t indicate an absence of the environment but of our reception. Such shunting is solely possible by the commands of the most complex organ, brain,and its associates. The sleep-wake cycle that gets regulated by a tiny gland in accordance with the environment provides us with links that go beyond our conscious perception. The sight of reflection, the sounds of vibration, the smell of aromatic compounds whose sources get ignored quite often is a result of our obsession to use these sensations according to the whims of a societal demand. In this demand-supply tandem, the identification of a prior origin seems to be difficult. If demand is to be earlier, has supply been provided to satiate the demand’s hunger? Or with constant supply has demand shaped its hunger? If we consider the basic survival means as a necessity, the demand for which proves humanitarianism to supply. The insufficient specificity of survival means, set humane morals in jeopardy.  As the demand floats on a fiat presumption, the control of supply could indicate a shaping of the demand and a society’s consumption as a whole. The constant urge to grab the highest market share has forced privacy to wear priced tags. The obsession to target consumers even in their subconscious thoughts and the strategic approaches that are driven in such a direction could indicate a possible threat to an entity’s identity. The short attention spans and the unstoppable scrolling cues are major examples for such crafts of demand. The voluntarily persuading actions and thoughts could be the true pillars and fundamentals for unleashing one’s knowledge treasury. The sprouting of passion can seldom happen by such involuntary acts and thoughts. Having said all this, our coffee shouts with love that, “Your Roast is Your Preference”. The perfect cup is in the beholder’s hand, and we thoroughly appreciate any cup you hold. In any case, lucky are we that the crop has already given us the supply, it’s only the demand that’d need experiments. Don’t stop sipping until the cup finds you!

Once you find the right fit, you either wall mount the puzzle or start over a new one