A video still of me in a Tea Room in Scotland in March 2012.
When I’m by myself in restaurants or coffee shops I often feel uncomfortable and need to occupy myself by writing in a notebook— maybe to feel like I’m talking to someone. In my case, the notebook is never a particular person in these instances, it’s more like talking to a notebook that shares a brain with me. Does that make sense? So it’s more like I’m talking to myself without looking like I’m insane to anyone around me.