Today I noticed that world-worn middle aged men and nerdy teenagers seem to be the most frequent patrons of the Hardback Cafè in Hastings. There aren’t very many collared, Mennonite girls with whimsical leather sandals. But it is surprisingly full of the aforementioned crowd, especially for a Thursday afternoon. I wonder if they meet here regularly. I suppose it would make an interesting study to look at the loafing and leisure habits of nerdy teenagers and world-worn men in their 40s. I wonder what the best part of their day is? And the worst? People are dreadfully interesting. I wonder if the man deep in his laptop in the corner ever ponders his existence and feels small. I feel very small whenever I go to a cafè by myself.