People watching from behind a small cup of milky coffee helps slow down time. Side by side, each of us men, gaze out at passerbyers, traffic, watching the wind.
The brutally strong concrete buildings provide an ideal backdrop for leaves to cast shaky shadows on sun bleached walls.
Soft insanity is yours, back out of your head or behind your eyes when a beggar scuffles onto the patio and into the shop pawning everything from knock off brands to jewel encrusted rings and watches.
Un sheepishly they implore each and every person to inspect their items insisting the upmost quality. Fools we’must be to miss this opportunity. La shuckron I shake my head dismissing him through thanks.
How to get my head back into the wind. How to dissolve those tv screens buzzing around us. How to ignore the waiters glide from table to table. With his tray of goods, my curiosity demands a glance over. Another man comes in with cigarettes for sale — it’s the speed his body and speech moves at that is breaks the connection from the peace found behind this little cup.
Another slow sip. Now… how to pace myself.
NOMAD SKETCHBOOK 