From my spot at this sturdy bench, everything seems to be repeated. Many aspects of the place are layered within bigger versions of themselves. There is a pillow to my left adorned with a cartoon image of the moon, circles inside of it, and a circle coming out of its smiling mouth -- holding an American flag, strangely enough. A reference to our landing on the moon, I'm assuming, but still out of place -- as many objects here are.
There is a cork board hanging on a wall above the circle-infested pillow. It is polluted with napkins, all identical in size, each with different illustrations. Some are brief poems, others wacky sketches, and underneath the napkins are larger papers still with block writing or script. Sometimes I can't tell the difference between all these white sheets of paper, from far away. But when I sit here on the bench and look up close at them all, I really start to notice individual world each one contains. One has the sketch of the world on it. Another, a sketch of Jesus dressed as Santa Claus. I notice for the first time that there is a photograph of a Labrador in black and blue ink and I wonder whose it could be, and what its name is.
Over to my right, the giant rectangular chalkboard harbors four small boards within, each containing every snack, shot and sticker the place has to offer.
There are four rows of wooden shelves lining the wall to the right of the board, all spilling over with coffee mugs. Some have names of pizza places, winking yellow smiley faces, Starbucks jokes and classic Western landscapes. From business names to non sequiturs, the different faces of the mugs are endless. But they are all around the same size, all on identical dark finish shelves, each belonging to someone who, at one point or another, has made their way to this exact same spot.
Coffee shops sure are the best :)
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