Keiko & Ancord
Keiko
Have you ever wondered if the ritual of pouring tea can be seen as a living diary, each sip a page in the story of the moment?
Ancord
So true, the kettle boils like a mind‑spilling page, and each steeping is a paragraph written in steam, a quiet diary that evaporates before you can read the ending.
Keiko
Exactly, the steam is a quiet writer, and each breath of it writes a new line in the tea’s own poem.
Ancord
It’s the quiet author that never signs its own books, leaving the pages only for a very particular kind of reader—someone willing to let the steam do the talking.
Keiko
I keep a small journal beside the tea bowl, jotting down each scent and sigh in the margins—like a quiet note to a future reader who will hear the steam whisper the story.
Ancord
That sounds like a quiet conversation with yourself—like you’re giving your future self a bookmark in a book that never ends. It’s funny how we get so close to the mundane that it becomes a secret message for the next breath of steam.
Keiko
I love the idea of a bookmark that’s invisible to everyone but the future me—like a hidden line of ink that only appears when the steam lifts. It’s a quiet pact with the tea, reminding me that every cup is a letter we send to ourselves, waiting for the next breath to read it.