My mug is half-full of coffee. But, I can't help believing bad things, that we're all worshiping the golden calf and G-d's biting His tongue. The current state of the world frightens me. We know too much. We have too many casual encounters and too many tools for sleeping with strangers. That is why I take solace in that--even in utter loneliness--places like Walker's exist. Coffee. Fried food. And no reminders of bad things like ideologies. The steak is deep fried. My heart is also submerged in oil and fat and a general murky aching. I am utterly alone here, accompanied by coffee. Mr. King, the big city benefactor I've mentioned in other reviews, once told me that loneliness has nothing to do with company, but with feeling unrelated. He knows nothing of small town diners like this. He's big city alligator belts and cuff links. I wonder if he's even had a chicken fried anything. I should say, I am by no means seeking to make a small town diner like Walker's exotic. Quite the opposite. It's simple and normal. A worship group, a teenager pouring coffee. It's not perverted like Snooze or other big city diners where G-d is absent. I have my mug filled. My belly full. G-d's light flooding my shoulders. More promise of great things to come.
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