I am an anachronism
Sitting in Cafe Gitane on Mott Street having breakfast, I noticed 16 other people sitting, couples, friends, soon to be couples, all engaged in talking nonstop but also engaged in their iPhones. A couple across from me in their thirties, him wearing the type of hat my father would have worn, looking into their iPhones. The men in front of me, in their thirties, friends or going to be a couple, hard to say, nonstop…