Moisture sunk from low and still midnight into black ice on the asphalt. The darkness, the empty parking stalls, and the sepulchre of my car layered up distinct silences. I labored in the airport economy lot at adding to my fitful hours of bed sleep. Those mercury green streetlamps left me ill at ease. Though [...]
Almost every city with a skyscraper has at least one little cultivated strip of businesses where squares can go when they feel ‘funky.’ Where not so long ago greasy RPG trolls and 20-eyelet Wax Trax creeps strode confidently in the abject kingdom of Ferndale, their ought-tens counterparts drink coffee from styrofoam cups and hide out from boojies like our tableauxist in Xhedos Cafe.
Although I went to the bastard Mani’s in Santa Monica within days of moving to Los Angeles and I have a more vast compendium of memories to tap into for that location, I was no less smitten with the more cozy Fairfax location. Just the name of the road lights up in me a whole [...]
CAFE TABLEAUX is a compendium of literary, anecdotal musings on coffeeshop and cafe culture.
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