Cafe Culture

Bicycle Thieves, a film about crushing poverty, is also a very popular Northcote cafe and it's very 2018-end-times-we-deserve-it-and-by-it-I-mean-death.

 If nothing means anything, culture is just products to be stripped for parts, memory is non-existent, then change is not possible.

 Imagine the work that went into thinking up that cafe and the absolute crisis of imagination it represents.
The cafe fit-out is minimalist verging on nothingness, I don't know where the customers are from, but they don't exactly sizzle with possibility.


I'm off to the gym to listen to leftist podcasts and become a rippling beast of apocalyptic preparedness. Amen.1 reply
The customers look like they'd go on a cruise ship on purpose.
Nothing is more unsettling than people who aspire to be normal. They are the only truly freakish subculture.

I'm off to the gym to listen to leftist podcasts and become a rippling beast of apocalyptic preparedness. Amen.

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