A cup of coffee for myself..
Whether it became black tea.. or milk..
Or, even if it just meant sitting blankly, lost in music...
For myself.
A life like this
is by no means—
only the privilege of those wealthy enough to afford leisure.
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Rather than the kind of outward "showing off"
that comes from sitting on a busy downtown street, paying a high price for it...
I just thought,
wouldn't it be nice to have a space like that near my own home?
That's where this came from.
Stepping out in a tracksuit and slippers,
a cup of black tea before bed...
or a strong shot of espresso before work, washing away yesterday's fatigue—
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Is it that this kind of commercial district doesn't exist because it can't be created?
Or is it considered impossible because such a district doesn't exist?
For me,
a firm style matters more than a clear positioning,
and that style
— I only hope it would come from sincerity (a way of life), not from outward appearance.
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