Between 2006 and 2009, the Colombian yield shrank by a quarter—from 12 million bags to 7.8 million, the lowest yield in 33 years. The forecast doesn’t look good for the rest of the coffee-growing world, either: more pests in East Africa, more hurricanes in Central America, more droughts in Indonesia. Global coffee stockpiles are close to record lows. “There is simply not enough coffee in the world,” Jose Sette, now the former executive director of the International Coffee Organization, told Bloomberg in February. Combine this with other economic realities—the rising cost of fertilizer and the fact that young people, bound for the cities, aren’t following in their parents’ coffee-growing footsteps—and you can understand the term that Peter Baker has coined as a warning: “peak coffee.” Just like with oil, the world is maxing out the volume of coffee it can sustain.
foolish: to think that perhaps more would come out of a situation, only to be mistaken that not all things turn out for the better, the way one would hope. so foolish am i to desire what isn’t. so foolish of me to try.
Sometimes I dream of running away. Don’t you ever think of escaping? Oh, how wonderful, liberating it must feel to just abandon a life, problems, troubles, heartache, and just run.
Run as fast as your feet will allow, until you feel as if you are floating, your toes barely touching the ground, just embracing the wind that blows through your hair, the cold breeze that stings your eyes, you get used to it.
I imagine running away, changing my name, creating this wonderful identity, and fooling everyone. I could become someone else, someone beautiful, passionate, with a heart that has only known hurt, looking for a fresh start.
I have only one fear, that my past will find me. Even with a new name, what if the painful memories plague my dreams at night, infect the new life I create?
What if the hurt comes back again, and this time, it’s worse?
I fantasize about how I will escape, run away from this painful reality, but sometimes I feel as if I just want to run away from myself. I can run, hide, change my name, but I can never escape my one true enemy, the source of my constant misery.