200 COFFEE FILTERS
Almost, but not quite gossamer thin, I took one after the other whenever I needed to and the rest seemed remarkably untouched. I could almost pretend that the stack of coffee filters were unending.
Almost. Except I’m a thinking, rational adult. I know the nature of the universe, the world, my place in it, and resources that are finite despite the illusion of eternity.
Today is the day I used the very last of the 200 coffee filters.
I always knew it would come to this.