Measuring out life in coffee spoonsin
love letter to the future:
'It always seems to start like this / Measuring out life in coffee spoons / Moving forward, stuck on dreams / Revisiting another day's pain'
line taken from american/british poet
t.s. eliot's 1919 poem 'the love-song of j. alfred prufrock'. see for more information about this poem
j alfred prufrock.part of the orginal text is as follows:
For I have known them all already, known them all:--
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?