28 August 2015

25 08 2015, Melbourne

Beats and cowbells à la The Rapture at 8.30 in the morning in a café where everyone works alone in the guise of a collective morning experience. The morning bar/club music keeps pace as people type emails ever faster. It gives the sense that what they're working on, while eating their 1L organic muesli is in time with the pace of the city. That their very soul is part of the fabric and energy that holds the economy together. I'm interrupted of course by the demand to order for, after all, this morning vibe is expensive. A lot of soy FWs keep this place ticking over. There's always rent to be paid to someone. The morning breakfasters~workers must know they're paying rent for the privilege to be in public, alone, with others. At work.

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