Another old haunt, subtly but only slightly different in the 8 months since I left
all this behind. I’m eating in a restaurant alone and there’s two other
people here, talking about their unhappy lives. It’s depressing how many people
seem unhappy these days – whenever I can’t escape overhearing cafe
conversations, it always seems to be about how somebody’s unhappy at work
or home or both. Fortunately the waitress is all smiles. I don’t think I’d
cope, otherwise.