“Maybe it’s all just a hazard of midlife penury, I don’t know, but I rarely, if ever, sit in cafés anymore. Passing chatter, the general groan of a place, they no longer create that pocket of space I can enter, like a cave in an avalanche, and sit and wonder, wait it out, or not think at all. It’s just snow: the ambient sounds, the networked divisions of transit, a door swing, scuff of a shoe, the remnants of noise like the black of shadows in white light, waiting to be shuttled out by interruption. And if I am, on occasion, able to sit somewhere in public alone, that alone is borrowed like a shirt with my name sewn on it. Just there for someone to read back to me.”
—from “The Visitor”
Chris Bronsk 
Thank you!
Awesome post! The passage fits in so perfectly with the photo, and captures so much of what I feel when I try to sit alone somewhere. I really like your work!
Thanks a lot. I appreciate the feedback.
Nice series.