Not sure if I’m purposely or accidentally fucking up or if I’m being set up to fuck up.

I love Cafés because they are complex spaces. When I’m in a Café, I’m completely involved with those who are at the same table with me, I’m all ear to what they say to me, and at the same time, as in a text, a paragram, a stereophony, there is a field of diversion all around me, people entering and leaving, triggering something novelistic.
― Roland Barthes, The Grain Of The Voice (via violentwavesofemotion)