"Her only thought was that this might be the single chance she would get in her life to associate with beauty."
Sit, enjoy
“Slowness is a way to something beyond privilege. It is a way to grace.”
Call me old-fashioned, but I like the texture of slowness. How it lacks invasiveness. Slowness permits a capturing of moments, and even of glimpses of energy inherent to certain things — I don’t deny the efficiency or convenience of speed — sometimes it’s essential or, at the very least, it comes in handy — but the cost of it is too much to bear most times, and so I usually hover around an ideal that views takeout and anything ‘to go’ as unappealing. I note with relief (and some glee) that in most European cities, it’s difficult to find a place that will give you a cup of coffee in a paper or Styrofoam cup. You must sit and enjoy it on the premises — a sort of forced civility and refusal to bow to speed — and, oddly enough, one tends to enjoy it more while sitting down and taking in the surroundings, even when one is forced to.
