Writer's Bitch

Squeezed between GUESS opposite with all the candy-coloured hand-bags arranged on the shelf inserts, the plastic boxed green creeper dividing the booths from Starbucks—in the Tropics mind; DJOURNAL below and piped music from two sides—lounge and techno —the ink was refusing to flow.
          Plaza Indonesia, level 3 Friday 5 July 2013 after lunch at one of the warungs in the shadow of Tanah Abang Textile Market. The squid and five or six veg, five bananas to take-away, 30% short of the price of an admittedly good latte at “Churreria”.