like the other hipsters in the cafe, I am wearing dark colors and I keep my head down. headphones in my ears, my iphone on the table, I sit between two others and turn on my matching MacBook Pro. we are triplets in equipment, attitude, and demeanor. I am at home here. I settle in, ready to get some serious writing done. as I do, I knock the sleeve that protects my laptop and it falls to the floor, spilling out three copies of Juniper's unicorn coloring page in various states of polychromatic completion. I see the sidelong glances of my neighbors as they consider the situation, wondering if I am so hip that this is my ironic, nod- to-childhood, hipster art.
no, it is not.
Lisbeth Salander would not have coloring books. Just sayin'...
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