02 (draft)

We speak different language.  Not exactly the linguistic difference, but the concept about the life and death.

01 (draft)

 I am indulging in unattached relationships.  I don't answer the phone, promise an appointment.  I show up without notice, change my mind swiftly.  I am not belong to any community, don't need any close friends.  I stay in my room for months when I don't feel like to talk.

  I don't even care about death, namely, abandon my gross body, being unattached to this Barnum and Bailey world, as they were humming.

The preface

This is death of a coffee house.

People patron a coffee house for some reasons. The price on the manu provides not only the coffee itself, but an empty space contains exclusive goods on sale for specific customers, without a regular amount of bucks on it. When I was young, I choose a coffee house purely by the taste and price; a cup of very extraordinary coffee and techniques of a good barista. After then, I choose a coffee shop because I am friend with the owner. Well, we say friends, it usually intends to simplified a doubtful relationship, or friendship. We chill out and talk nonsense, no offended, unattached. We don't care about how long we haven't met, or bestowing souvenirs after traveling. We are friends, but only I control the switch. I can easily turn off the friendship, only just stop buying coffee. Then it's the death of the coffee house.