in the history of love, leo gursky believes himself to be invisible. whenever he’s taken pictures of himself, nothing’s there.
i am the leo gursky of the cafe world these days. the past three things i’ve ordered and paid for have been completely forgotten. it’s kinda funny because today it happened twice at the same cafe, two hours apart. i expect it now. i go up, i order a thing. i think, i’ll sit and work for twenty minutes and then i’ll remind them about my thing.
read the history of love, it’s way better than my stupid cafe story