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There is no place on earth like a quiet corner in a dark bar. The noise, the bustle of the world is reduced to a soft murmur as relaxing as a brook chuckling over riverstones. It’s a grand thing to sit alone in a small island of light, in a sanctuary where the sharp edges of life have been worn down by others who sat at the table before you.
The muted hush of a bar is conducive to the leisurely contemplation of the world and all its woes and wonders. It’s a place of pause, where time slows down, like the space between the notes of a song.
Spanish filmmaker Luis Buñuel said a bar is an exercise in solitude. And so it is, but it’s a solitude that can be shared with the right person. There’s room for two glasses on the table. And when the second glass arrives, the song continues.
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