Sublime

She told me that most cleaners at the hostel were artists and often collaborated on projects. But when I told her I was a writer, she didn’t bother to ask what kind. Was it because I wasn’t dressed like a Berlin artist (my pants were black but my T-shirt was white) (and I don’t own any combat boots) or could she tell from my eyes that I haven’t wri

ALEX MUST HAVE GONE SWIMMING—hard to imagine she’d gone in the dirty pool, the water probably half beer at this point—but how else had her hair gotten wet?

coffee shops are physical filtering algorithms, too: they sort people based on their preferences, quietly attracting a particular crowd and repelling others by their design and menu choices.