What I Do On Vacation

I never used to go to cafes alone. I would have preferred to sit hungry and alone at home than to speak French to waiters. This time around I’ve been forced to be more autonomous and outgoing. Eating and drinking by myself in cafes is becoming second nature. My pen is my cigarette, my crutch, my blankie. Chomping on it, I watch passer-bys (who are usually alone too!).