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2025

Newer entries, February 2026

Window seat

A man in a black turban sits at a cafe window counter beside a leafy plant, looking out to a grey street.

The seat by the glass, and nowhere to be.

I took the seat by the glass and let the street do the moving for a while. A plant leaned over my shoulder and the coffee went cold slower than usual. Nowhere I needed to be.