I like the way he looks at life contrarywise. From a different facet in the glass. I've always been this way, since I was small. Sitting in the fern laden cafe, with the tall ceiling and ornate tin roof... looking up at the rafters or gazing at the reversed welcome sign in the glass doors.
I like the way he, too, questions the blank irony of trite, traditional phrases and customs.
Like me, a tiny rebel, questioning life in that airy fern bar.
I recognize his dissatisfaction with the awful beige of the status quo. And the intellectual buzz of looking into the grey areas, the "mustn't"s, and dwelling there a while. Blue eyes, merry with some new "but what if...." conversation in our own airy coffee house on the upper west side, olal efac painted backwards on the glass....