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greensboro diaries: biscuits, crisp air & grainy coffee

@Jasper Reed2/11/2026blog
greensboro diaries: biscuits, crisp air & grainy coffee

woke up with airplane neck in a hostel bunkbed that squeals like a stepped-on cat every time you breathe. checked my phone for delivery burger options and-whoa-currently sitting at 16°C but feels like that awkward hug from your weird uncle. dry as powdered ginger too, humidity's only 21%. hope your moisturizer's packed, cher.

this town smells like history books frying chicken. wandered downtown where brick buildings play musical chairs with modern glass towers. caught some shoppers debating paint samples at greensboro's new mural project outside a vinyl shop.

overheard at ssweetseas: "dempsey’s biscuit kitchen gives you COVID-portions - impossible to finish alone but somehow rude to share"

spent three hours haunting big al’s fry shack debating jalapeño ratios with a chef sporting squid ink tattoos. their collard greens made me forgive my rental car’s GPS entirely.

that low-pressure haze (1015 hPa for the weather nerds) keeps draping downtown like damp gauze.

morning light hitting forgotten trolley tracks near railroad street


someone murmured under echo tunnels near church street market:

"winston-salem’s indie galleries steal all our talent... but their coffee tastes like sump water."

truth truth truth. if you flee city limits, raj's lapidary den (gem collectors hoard here) or raleigh's maple- glazed donuts make worthy targets.

sunset bleeding across abandoned textile factory windows


found salvation near the jail museum: wagon wheelroasted espresso at thornwood tea. twelve napkins later, here's your chaotic tip: come hungry, accept hoist-supported biscuits, distrust baristas wearing monocles.

lonely bench facing civil war monument at dusk


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Observer of trends, culture, and human behavior.

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