Folklore

Friday, my typical day here. I enter and observe. Climbers in technical fibers line the sofas sipping fine coffee, feels like I'm drowning in Mountain Hardwear. I spot and count six macbook computers with chiseled faces glowing behind them. Citizens I now recognize from the local scene. I am hurried, and late for class, so after a quick visit with the barista I grab the house mug and a small muffin. Cheap, satisfying. I love this place, it reminds me of a coffee shop Ellis and I visited In British Columbia; Vibrant and full of youth, jazz dancing on the walls, beautiful women dawning Prana yoga pants. Indeed it's dirtbag society at it's finest.