I do not know why physical objects weigh heavily on my mind. I realized this only this month as I was getting rid of my furniture in an effort to downsize into a smaller apartment. Watching the furniture being carried out one by one, I could feel my heart lightening. For the longest time I... Continue Reading →
I first met Jack around 4 years ago. Through the following years, I saw him exactly at 4 in the evening. At 4, the days he was at his shop, which was almost every day, he closes his shop, hangs a "Be Right Back" sign, and steps out to get coffee at the coffee shop... Continue Reading →
The Daily Walk Everyday,stepping out of my house and crossing the road, I pass a coffee shop. It purports to sell Swedish delicacies, Swedish roasts and anything else the very American-Brooklyn clientele might want for a quick pick me up. Caffeine and Sucrose peddlers. At the intersection, once I am confident I will not be run over crossing the... Continue Reading →
Park Slope, in Brooklyn, is hippie haven. Well dressed intelligent looking people of all ages congregate in coffee and tea shops tapping away on their macs denouncing corporations and toting organic bags. Coffee shops abound with barristas disdainfully nodding to indie music. Sitting here I have a deep sense of guilt, not unlike what a charlatan might... Continue Reading →
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