What can YOU say in six sentences?
The season is summer, so the coat rack in the back seems to stand in earnest. Its only company is the sweatshirt of the shop's barista which seems to make the finial-finished rod stand tall with purpose. There are smaller bars which appear to be warrior shaped figures, with arms outstretched and hands clasped shut. There are no fingertips on these warriors to provide extension towards the world, no touch, no viable proof… no seized moments.
The rack awkwardly obscures an eye chart with the cafe's namesake on it and as I read the repetitive lines, I am testing more than my visual acuity. The eleven euro for coffee and hot chocolate that I leave behind feels like more than a fair pence for what I have learned as I bid farewell, with a five fingered wave and the notion that words don't write themselves, I quietly say, grazie.