January 10th, 2004
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Usually, the people who do amazing things don’t think they’re amazing. Some people just do the best they can really well.
There was a pub around the corner, it had a picture of a straw hut on the sign, and it said something about bamboo. They had little, plastic food, and the server was an old woman who you knew was someone’s mother. It was a little overpriced, but you paid anyway because it was a port between the ocean at work and the village called home. I rode past it last night, but the metal gate was drawn down, and the front was taken off the sign, leaving the cheap fluorescent bulbs exposed. It’s sad to think of what happens to people when they go out of business. Maybe they didn’t have enough customers, maybe they got tired. What happens to all the stores with shutters that stay pulled seven days a week? Do buildings get lonely?
