Light, dimmed low, but light all in all. Just enough for the late night customers to know there they are safe and can escape reality, the reality of the darkness waiting to swallow them outside. A young waiter, 20's maybe, sat slumped over in his wooden chair complaining of his hours of sleep. This cafe was a place of clean, and calming nature. It contained soft edges to tables and vibrant colors. Not at all the way it was in the film.
Booly Mardy's was harsh. It had rugged sharp corners and was too updated. The browns and grays were no match for the perfect cafe we had all pictured in our heads. The old man sat in a square booth and shouted quite loudly. We were astonished to see this dire scene instead of our late night paradise we assumed it had taken place in.
Now, maybe we wouldn't have paid much attention to the background in this story if the author hadn't wanted us to. By not having names to anyone besides 'young waiter' and 'old man' it allowed us to pay more attention to the stories meaningless meaning. A story based on mere meaningless and how this old man was trying to run from a meaningless life. Without having to run over names and remember unneeded details we gradually built this grand place in our minds. Once the film had started and we realized what kind of place this cafe really was, our thought were.....meaningless.
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