so, where are you?

Me? I'm at a broken down landromat somewhere along St. Clair West.

uh... why?

because I got cold. see, in my neighbourhood there was a blackout. I, naturally, left my house thirsting for adventure. I wanted to see the stars and idle major intersections and, above all, embark on the quiet and anxious comradship that only glitches in urban electrical grids seem able to yield.
of course, the blackout turned out to be literally only within a 2 block radius of my house. faced with either going back home, sitting in the dark, facing a wall and quietly waiting until I passed out due to boredom OR heroicly braving the well lit but somewhat icy sidewalks in my pursuit of a non-starbucks coffehouse, I picked the obvious choice.

that's why I have spent the past 15 minutes contemplating in a most bovine fashion the manner in which a light blue eiderdown is capable of revolving in a red, vandalised industrial strength drying machine, but not before I had performed several acts of poetry using only the words from a yellowed piece of paper on the wall opposite to the machines that informed anyone interested that We have increased the drier times by 8 minutes for an extra .25 We listen to your complaints The Management

you gave up on searching for a non-starbucks coffee place?

oh, nah. I'm sure they are out there.
I just haven't found one yet.