THE EPHEMERAL SPECTATOR
Friday, May 6th, 2022 | San Francisco, CA
A second entry in one day! Phew!
Amazing, isn’t it? But only after my migraine and exhaustion have temporarily abated…
My brief contact with the barista did something. I’m not sure what exactly, but I definitely feel less down. Less depressed. I guess that’s what human contact will do for you.
And that was just me ordering a damn coffee. What if I had this… but on a regular basis?
I can’t get too excited though. The crowd is the same. But I find myself less willing to judge. Especially given how much I’m uncovering about the hypocritical nature of said judgements on my end.
So I give them a chance, if it does come to that. But it is the same. And the more I’m experiencing it, the less “real” it seems. But it is real. Mine is the dream. The ideal. Mine is the fiction. The fantasy.
These people, their experiences. That’s real.
And I’m just the ephemeral spectator to their lives.
