[This was going to be a post about the World Cup. Its not anymore. I’ve been working on this entry for 3 days now. Please hang on for a slightly disjointed ride]
So I’m sitting in some hipster café/restaurant on Lower Long Street called Dolces (not to be confused Dulces) all orange and modern design. It’s actually kind of nice as I get to just chill and do one of my favorite activities, People Watching. Well, it’s a family favorite really. I must say though that People Watching in the Cape Town CBD while a first class world event being hosted here… well lets just say that there is a wider variety than is traditionally found behind The Boerewors Curtain.
Second time chilling in the CBD in less then a week. This is wildly unprecedented and I like it, a lot. It’s a confirmation for me that my life is changing and all for the better. Changing the narrative pattern in subtle subversive ways. What I mean by that is that if I wasn’t in such an open and centered place, I wouldn’t even notice the changes, wouldn’t pause to be thankful for them and thus they would have slipped out of my grasp. Oh happy day that that is not the case.