As predicted, i feel much better. Mellow. perhaps a little lonely. One notable absence, i suppose. A familiar presence felt in absence...or something. Of course, its also pretty deserted in here in general. The random music-chooser in the computer seems to share my mood- its developed an aversion to the upbeat. watching the candles burn out, one by one...watching the white ave early crowd strolling, plotting and hugging their cellphones in silent movie form outside the glass. It's probably only me who's moving in slow motion...i wonder...have we slipped into another kind of time in here? People outside seem to be moving twice as fast. Maybe we are, just this cafe, just this little glass-enclosed dream, losing touch with that silent world out there, slowly drifting off, farther and farther, till whyte ave fades to black, and this is all there is...an isolated, floating, warm & fuzzy oblivion that feels alot like sleep...mmmm....that reminds me....