The Human Café By JD Miller Introduction: A picture of a café: Let me tell you a story. It’s not a very pretty story. But there aren’t very many stories that are pretty all the way through and still worth telling. It starts with a bench, beside a window; vinyl and ketchup and ceiling fans basking in lethargy. The dull glow of neon and forgetfulness, a table steeped in coffee-stains. Home. I loved it and it loved me back—almost as living as I was. There is no small part of me that thanks that place for keeping me alive. But … Read More
