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sometimes i eat alone, and i look around and i notice how many others do too…I am drawn to them.. wondering what their story is…. one doesn’t know if it is by choice, … or they are just not coupled and eat most of their meals on their own…
i have talked to people.. especially elderly people who have always been single or have lost a mate and the one time they can feel like they are amongst people is when they go to the diner .. and there they are greeted each morning, or evening like family… they come the same time every single day
sometimes i eat alone, and i look around and i notice how many others do too…I am drawn to them.. wondering what their story is…. one doesn’t know if it is by choice, … or they are just not coupled and eat most of their meals on their own…
i have talked to people.. especially elderly people who have always been single or have lost a mate and the one time they can feel like they are amongst people is when they go to the diner .. and there they are greeted each morning, or evening like family… they come the same time every single day
the diner a place where so many go to eat alone or even when accompanied are lost in thought or their food... for many , they go regularly sometimes every day at the same time.... a routine that feels as comfortable as being at home, surrounded by family people that call them by name... it is here i often sit and watch, interested in the lives of all of these people.. who congregate daily or on sunday mornings or late at the end of a long night