Visited M.'s cafe last night. It was pleasantly cool due to the rains. As has often happened there were walk-in customers I'd never seen before.

I like going to M's cafe alone because it is an albeit brief time to pretend that I live alone and that I have the complete freedom to be anyone I want to be--such as a walk-in customer like everyone else.
On nights like this the people who surround me have no idea that I am a writer, that I have books in cyberspace, that I am working on a painting triptych, and that I am a werewolf.