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Species of Spaces and Other Pieces
I think of you often
sometimes I go back into a cafe, I sit near the door, I order a coffee, I arrange my packet of cigarettes, a box of matches, a writing pad, my felt-pen on the fake marble table
I spend a long time stirring my cup of coffee, I drink it allowing the sugar to melt in my mouth, like the people of the North, like the Russians and poles when they drink tea.
- Georges Perec
