What connects us to another human walking down the street? Is it that we’re as them when walking down this street in the same interval of time as they are? Could it be that we have the same direction in common but a different destination?
If we probed a little deeper, found room to connect by eye and energy, might we find that the similarities of living life and having preferences is the simplest common denominator to bind us? That is what happen ed when this woman, visually bonded to my eyes by natural hair, led me to discover that she, like I, loves coffee, especially when in Paris and in the Marais.
she drinks black coffee.
near The Broken Arm