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tales from an ordinary world

1999-12-19

"So drunk in the august sun
and you're the kind of girl I like
because you're empty, and I'm empty"
Pavement.

And so begins quest number 2. A few more christmas presents to find, and Adrian tells me that the café I mourned the other weekend has actually just moved up the road a little (of course, I'd walked up the other side that day...).

I'm beginning to wonder if these red sunglasses are affecting me somehow - for instance, if I look at the sky through them, it's purple. But of course, everyone knows the sky is blue, and so despite appearances my mind keeps telling me "look, it's blue, ok ?". I'm reminded of someone's anecdote from when they were at high school back in the 60's or so, when their headmistress, during prayer, said "we thank the Lord for making the grass green. Imagine our displeasure had He made it red."

Wow. Adrian mentioned it was bigger, but I didn't quite expect what I got - it's at lesat 4 times bigger inside, with the same "lots of random objects" feel as before, but now there's cool armchairs and stuff, instead of a few tiny tables. I can't imagine how cafés really make much money in general, but these guys must've been doing something right, I guess...In any case, the wonderful cakes are still the same, and my long macchiatos still come with the napkin lovingly tied around the glass. All of this makes me feel so much better, somehow. The other people sitting outside near me knew the waiter, as well as a few random passers-by, and it all seemed like an episode of Cheers. Or something.

(Coincidentally, whilst finding the above link, I also found this. How odd, and almost circular...)

..end transmission...

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