– there is a café:
— Its façade: a verdant ivy waterfall calling souls to seek solace from the urban hustle
— Within: the aroma of coffee beans interlaces with the melody of jazz drifting from speakers
— Patrons: sit in armchairs or perch upon stools
— Behind the counter: baristas ply their craft with practised precision
each flick of the wrist and flourish of the steaming wand
imbue concoctions with a touch of magic
eliciting sighs of satisfaction from human patrons
— Among them: a young woman sits alone because humans do this too
her fingers trace creases of the tome
a smile graces her lips as she tastes her espresso
liquid sunshine spreads through her veins
she sighs with satisfaction
– Outside not really of concern
— but within this café: time stands still
— Here:
I find respite from the demands of the outside world
for a fleeting moment
but the reality: I weigh 0.075 tons
Because how can I measure my weight with pounds,
kilos,
stones
When one pound is 0.05% of a ton
When one kilo is 0.1% of a ton
When one stone is 0.7% of a ton
and a two-ton car
two thousand six hundred sixty seven per cent my weight
outbids my right to exist
outweighs my humanity
This city: discards my pedestrian dignity
who can walk to a café
