A Head Behind the Art
No name.
No memory.
Just a mind full of ideas.
If you need a name, you can call me KD.
Otherwise it doesn’t matter.
I’m just the head behind the Art House.
Three Worlds – Same Coffee
The café was almost empty.
Yala stood behind the machine, slowly pouring coffee into three small cups.
MBR was already sitting at the table.
Of course, wearing sunglasses.
Old Soul, New Face
Some people enter a room and change its atmosphere without saying a word.
She is one of them.
Most visitors would probably call her the barista.
It is the easiest description.
Stories
Every image begins with a moment.
Some moments become memories.
Some memories become places.
And sometimes a place begins to tell its own story.
A Cup of Coffee
The visitor stopped in front of the old wooden door.
“Looks like a little artist café.”
A small sign simply read:
Art-House
Inside, it smelled of fresh coffee.