February 24, 2012

• Cafe

  An old man sits among hip young people. The young people are absorbed, they have pictures to comment on, text messages to read, videos to watch, trends to follow. The old man doesn't even drink coffee or know what a double shot mocha latte is.

  The young people don't want to appear unbusy or alone, and they have tab after tabs of websites and applications to sift through. They're hip. The old man just holds his hat. He doesn't need to look like he's waiting for someone. He has the end to wait for. He just needs the simple pleasure of being warm and alive. That's what his hat is for. He thinks about life and his only desire is for these young people to live a fulfilling life and change the world for the better.

  I'm rootin' for ya, he thinks, as he looks around, holding his hat.

  • 10:17 am
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