So au revoir, board games and bananas and the strange man reading Baudelaire in a maroon recliner. In a town that can barely afford to have a college, it was folly to think we could sustain Claude’s post-collegiate cuppatopia.
Read More »One of the beauties of public, or even faux-public, space is that it provides the opportunity to take in the layered sounds of life (including, occasionally, the sound of silence). What a pleasure it is to let your thoughts unfold to a beat that hasn’t been orchestrated by the marketing team.
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