I've been doing

great, great work there.

Cafes, I guess it's like a, it is kind of one poem in a sense.

It's not really a collection.

It's like an anti-epic and it's sectioned into four parts.

The first, and each section is a cafe.

So the first section is the workers cafe.

Is there another bit? Do you want to read another bit?

How does that speak to the poem, that quote?

It's quite cheeky of me because it's one of those epigraphs where I've just taken the middle of a long sentence.

It's not a full sentence, so it's quite cheeky.

And also I'm playing with just the fact that in the English translation, waiter means both someone who's waiting loosely, I guess you could think of yourself as someone who's waiting, and also as sort of the profession of being a waiter, a service waiter.

Because a lot of the book, a lot of the sort of subjective experiences in the book are There's lots of waiting.

There's also kind of experience of waiting.

And I think that's that's on one level what existence feels like.

Can you talk about that a little bit more? What do you mean about being social?