18th Feb, 2024
A café I didn’t plan, a seat I almost missed. Two lamps hang above me like tulips turned to the earth, their red and gold glow swaying as though the ceiling were dreaming. The air is heavy with stillness, yet the window insists on sky—blue so sharp it feels borrowed from elsewhere. Time folds in on itself. I am tired, and yet the moment hums, suspended, perfect.
Side Note:
⟐ 2 Broadway Market, London E8 4QJ
Visited Broadway Market that day but didn’t find anything particularly interesting. Ended up randomly walking into a cozy cafe and decided to sit down by the windows. Took some time to enjoy the calm and chill atmosphere all around.