of animation and social space, told from the perspective of me over my lunch break

Today the dominant social space for me has been a linear block of buildings situated on a passageway known as Massachusetts Avenue.
After eating a simple, swift lunch of beef tacos at La Parilla I slowly walked to the north, stopping for a time outside of Sunflower Bicycle. Carefully walking out of the worn shop door was a long haired, soft orange cat named Stanley. I stopped and spent a few silent minutes with Stanley, and a very complete peace settled over my stormy monday bones.
This cat didn't seem to notice or care for my attention, but he also didn't shy away. I walked on to the corner of 8th and Massachusetts and sat on a concrete wall for a few minutes regarding Stanley in the animated silence of the crisp early november early afternoon. Eventually he walked inside his shop, and I continued north.

On a whim I decided to stop in The Dusty Bookshelf and I spent the better part of a half hour wandering around the decayed paper smell of the used bookstore, picking up idle conversation from the clerk and a customers, and generally losing myself in odd titles on gardening and philosophy and cities.
I selected a Ray Bradbury book I have never read, The Martian Chronicles, and a book about Jane Jacobs and Robert Moses in New York City named Wrestling With Moses. After paying, I deliberately walked up the stairs to the office, outside of the lineal space of Massachusetts Avenue and back into the specific programmed use of an architectural office.

And here I'll be for some time.