I went to work to study today. And I realized I hated knowing practically everyone that was there. While sometimes, this can be comforting, there is something about going to a coffeehouse where nobody knows you and cozying up in a big arm chair, disappearing to the world outside the front door.
Where I can pretend to have a "specialized pallet" for coffee tasting and that I really do know all about vintage fashion trends.
And where I can become invisible, in a good way, knowing that I share a space with people who have no business with me nor I with them, completely lost in my own little world of dancing coffee mugs and floating prisms.
Ragged Wood - Fleet Foxes