Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
'Moreover, everything is equivalent: writing Dostoevsky's The Demons or drinking a coffee.'
This guy's got three legal pads.
Raindrops sliding down an awning.
An elderly woman, cursing with some vehemence.
A barista takes out the trash, dawdles a few minutes, returns with a cigarette in her mouth, and then tucks the cigarette behind a pipe running down the building before she goes back inside.
A bird feeding another bird, who seems perfectly capable of feeding itself.