Minimal grey
The waitress kept giving us strange looks. Perhaps it was because we were not talking very much. My poached asparagus and ricotta looked rather minimalistic on the white porcelain plate when it arrived. Sitting in comfortable near-silence, eating, drinking, glancing around and thinking vague thoughts, shrouded in our own individual loneliness.
Posted by sniffles at March 01, 2002 05:08 PM