brixton cove and the randomness of a 3 am coffee run

i was supposed to write a proper blog post about brixton cove but honestly my brain is all over the place. this is what happened. i woke up at 2 am because the wind outside was like a human whispering ‘get up’ and now i’m here scribbling on my laptop with a half-empty mug. the weather? i just checked and it’s 8.67, which is like that weird in-between chill that makes you want a hoodie but also a drink. maybe both? the humidity is 92%, which is basically a sauna but outside. i swear the air feels like it’s holding its breath.

brixton cove isn’t exactly a place you find on a map. it’s more like a vibe that someone left in a dusty corner and forgot to clean. my neighbor, who i’ve never met but keep seeing through the window, is probably doing something questionable right now. maybe they’re building a treehouse or just sleeping in a hammock. i don’t know. if you get bored, london is just a short drive away. or maybe not. who knows?

i heard that the local café has a ghost barista who only serves tea at 3am. i tried asking the regular guy there and he just nodded like he’d seen it all. maybe he has. anyway, if you’re planning to go, check out the reviews on tripadvisor here: https://www.tripadvisor.com/.... don’t trust anything that says ‘cozy’ though. someone told me that was a joke.

i took some photos but they’re all just random shots of pigeons and graffiti. here’s one of a pigeon mid-squawk:

. another one of a wall that looks like it’s been through a war:

. and finally, a random tree with a weird pattern:

.

the map here? it’s not helpful. just a blob of pixels:

. doesn’t tell you much. maybe click it. who knows?

i also linked to yelp here: https://www.yelp.com/... but their reviews are all from 2012. probably not accurate. the internet is a mess.

oh, and the pressure is 1016. that’s normal. the sea level is the same. i don’t know what that means. maybe it’s just a number. like how many times i’ve opened this laptop today.

brixton cove is whatever. it’s not special. it’s not terrible. it’s just… there. and sometimes that’s enough. maybe i’ll sleep now. or maybe i’ll try to find that ghost barista. either way, good luck.

p.s. if you’re a coffee snob, this place is not for you. i’m a coffee snob and i regret nothing. maybe.

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