June 22, 2006


Fresh off the bus from Seattle airport, I was met by my friend Lena. She took me to an indie hipster coffee house-- walls lined with floor-to-ceilling wooden bookshelves, filled with sets of pristine encyclopaedias-- where we sat on the patio, drinking really ridiculously good coffee, and admiring the direct, uncluttered view of (oh, yes) the Space Needle. I feel like I have wandered into a movie about Seattle. Or at least, an episode of Frasier.


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