Post by echidna on Nov 24, 2011 8:49:37 GMT -5
There is a place where reality is not so much what it aught to be, but what it is, where they serve a nice cup of coffee, tea, Kzzliet, Vrnt, Soda, or Beer and the portion sizes seem just right, oh my don't they just!
The Cafe, situated on a plane of endless flat white space, manages somehow to always have a few booths and stools open, no matter how packed it gets as people slip into this space between dimensions on pathways of least resistance, no matter how many people come and go... for it is a place where time has no meaning... but there is an everpresent, everchanging now.
The Cafe, situated on a plane of endless flat white space, manages somehow to always have a few booths and stools open, no matter how packed it gets as people slip into this space between dimensions on pathways of least resistance, no matter how many people come and go... for it is a place where time has no meaning... but there is an everpresent, everchanging now.