Last night I watched The Irishman and will post about that as soon as I can. Right now I am drinking coffee at a place near Boston while sitting next to a teenage girl who has been fidgeting for the last hour in such a way that I am tempted to ask if everything is alright with her. But this is the behavior of nervous youth magnified by the two screens she switches between and whatever she is listening to on her large, over-the-ear headphones. She is “here,” sharing this space with me only in the roughest sense.
At The Iago Cafe
At The Iago Cafe
At The Iago Cafe
Last night I watched The Irishman and will post about that as soon as I can. Right now I am drinking coffee at a place near Boston while sitting next to a teenage girl who has been fidgeting for the last hour in such a way that I am tempted to ask if everything is alright with her. But this is the behavior of nervous youth magnified by the two screens she switches between and whatever she is listening to on her large, over-the-ear headphones. She is “here,” sharing this space with me only in the roughest sense.