Thursday, 22 March 2018

Boston Tea Party


The smoke of chatter drifts over their heads, a blanket of white noise guaranteeing privacy for those desiring intimacy, offering comfort to the lonely.  The level, curated to perfection, never peaks into the red, nor fades to abrupt silence.  

This is not the haunt of businessmen, they have no compunction about patronising the chains. Nor are there any amorous couples, they are still at work, plotting strategies for encounters in pubs after hasty dinners. Young mothers are deterred by stairs; the immobile, at either end of the age spectrum, are missing.

It is the territory of friends. Young women sit on opposite sides of wooden desks, as they might have done five years ago at school. They lean towards one another, sharing photos on their phones. Men prefer an oblique configuration, it feels less exposed.

Four women are discussing a play. Their four open laptops imprison four coffee cups. In a corner, a tousled student glares at a screen. He has not moved for an hour. His main accomplishment after three years of higher education is making a single cup of coffee last the morning.

An older couple hesitates at the top of the stairs. It’s not what they were expecting, the sea of battered furniture. Untenanted, it would resemble the auction room previews they patronise on Tuesday mornings. Emboldened by the lack of music and indifference of the occupants, they enter, pause, scan for a vacant table and place their shopping gingerly on mismatched chairs.

Viewed from above, the scatter of people around tables is like a chess board in mid-play. Bags and coats are littered freely; their happy owners have gone to fetch tea and cakes suffused with latent guilt, and trust the aura of community for protection. Tall windows suck in setting sunlight and frost the edges of black T-shirts: Vermeer was here.  

High ceilings and Corinthian columns attest to an august past. In 1850, the Bankruptcy Court held its first session. Reporters wrote that the room was too large and it was difficult to hear the proceedings due to the echo. 



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