These are our rules:
Your phone is in airplane mode
Your WiFi is off
You wake early and you shower and you make coffee
You grab whatever coffee you have; we have something from a small village in Ethiopia called Wato. We grind it and smell it and—as is so often the case with smell—we are gone, transported far from our kitchen, to a mountain in Ethiopia, even though we’ve never been to Ethiopia nor know the topography, know not even if there are mountains, landing, finally, back in our cramped kitchen with a tiny yelp of joy.
You open your music library and you pick something wordless, or maybe you pick nothing at all; we open our collection of Keith Jarrett live recordings and hit play randomly—or, somedays, choose a recording to complement our present location. Tokyo? Budokan, 1978. London? Testament.
You drink your coffee and you get to work
You are not allowed to use the internet before 5 p.m.
You are not allowed to have meetings before 6 p.m.