“The Cafe Chair”
“I sat, then, in the seat that was a lonely man’s heaven, the café chair, and absorbed the energies radiating off the life forms passing by, near, and around me. Like a single, flotational organism in the sea of human nekton, influenced by the changing tides but able to resist them, I one moment drifted into a lively colloquy between theatre patrons discussing what they had just seen and, the next, hovered near a silent couple whose syrupy eyes and quivering mouths did all their talking. Reading became a slow-progress affair. I could only read a paragraph or two before having my attention pulled this way or that to something more immediately alive than the contents of the book, which required my imagination to catalytically bring them to life.”