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Think Coffee, Mercer Street, East Village, NYC.Exploring more of my island. I rarely go so far downtown - Broadway and Mercer. Street names I recognize, but not well – Houston, Bleeker, Waverly.  Lonely tonight. Sometimes I hate being an extrovert, because I’m miserable when I’m not with people. So I go off by myself and content myself with peoplewatching.
Holed up in the corner of an unfamiliar coffee shop, taking the recommendation of a friend. Cemented what I already knew in that he has good taste. The place has the greatest atmosphere. So here I sit, submerged in the heart of NYU culture, with my thoughts and a Chai Latte that is pretty much to die for. There is a masculine vibe to this place, and not just the fact that it is ridiculously overpopulated with men. There’s something about the rugged brick walls and the wooden paneling, the dusty red-shaded lamps and the low lighting – something that screams Hemmingway, or one of the other depressing male writers. A room from a different time, almost reminiscent of an old train car roaring through uncharted countries.
I’m in love after 10 minutes. GOD I adore college students. I miss being a part of that college culture. The life-is-grand, school-is-hard, we-don’t-give-a-fuck sort of society. There’s nothing bad about the life I’m living, but the change in pace is nice down here. The energy is different – darker. There’s a running current of… I don’t know. Gritty reality.
I like that.

Think Coffee, Mercer Street, East Village, NYC.

Exploring more of my island. I rarely go so far downtown - Broadway and Mercer. Street names I recognize, but not well – Houston, Bleeker, Waverly.

Lonely tonight. Sometimes I hate being an extrovert, because I’m miserable when I’m not with people. So I go off by myself and content myself with peoplewatching.

Holed up in the corner of an unfamiliar coffee shop, taking the recommendation of a friend. Cemented what I already knew in that he has good taste. The place has the greatest atmosphere. So here I sit, submerged in the heart of NYU culture, with my thoughts and a Chai Latte that is pretty much to die for.

There is a masculine vibe to this place, and not just the fact that it is ridiculously overpopulated with men. There’s something about the rugged brick walls and the wooden paneling, the dusty red-shaded lamps and the low lighting – something that screams Hemmingway, or one of the other depressing male writers. A room from a different time, almost reminiscent of an old train car roaring through uncharted countries.

I’m in love after 10 minutes.

GOD I adore college students. I miss being a part of that college culture. The life-is-grand, school-is-hard, we-don’t-give-a-fuck sort of society. There’s nothing bad about the life I’m living, but the change in pace is nice down here. The energy is different – darker. There’s a running current of… I don’t know. Gritty reality.

I like that.

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