Deep Reflection: The Café, the Glance, and the Forgotten Currency of Time #WritingCulture
How a silent ritual with a stranger reveals what our systems conceal: the limits of language, the weight of visibility, and the quiet defiance of staying human.
✒️ Each morning, Marek stands outside the boulangerie. No permanent home, no shared tongue, no claim on anyone's time. The exchange is simple: hot coffee, a pastry, a glance that holds more than words.
At first, the interaction feels small. A pastry. A hot coffee. Two or three minutes suspended between the start of a workday and the race of responsibilities. But over time, this act becomes something else. A liturgy not of religion but of recognition. A ritual not of saving but of staying.
And this is where the real tension begins.
Because Marek doesn't fit. Not into systems. Not into policy categories. Not into the impact reports of CSR strategies. He exists beyond the grammar of bureaucracy, outside the statistical perimeter of solutions.
Yet he teaches what few institutions can afford to admit.
That the soul of solidarity is not scalable. It is intimate. Imperfect. Repetitive. And deeply human.
In Marek's fractured speech, there is a psychoanalytic echo. The impossibility of total understanding. The gaps in language where meaning slips and projection begins. But what if that very incomprehensibility is not a flaw, but a form of truth?
Too often, language becomes a defence mechanism. A structure built to avoid the raw presence of the other. Yet here, in this morning ritual, that defence softens. What remains is not comprehension, but connection.
Beneath that, an existential whisper.
Do we only value what is intelligible, productive, or cleanly narrativised?
Every society draws invisible lines between the desirable and the discarded. Between Marek and the marketplace. Between emotional time and economic time.
But the glance exchanged, the hand extended, the act of staying, these become quiet revolts. Not against individuals but against the logic that governs worth through performance. These brief moments defy what Michel Foucault called the regime of visibility, the gaze that surveils, categorises, and disciplines.
Marek is not a client. Not a cause. He is a mirror.
A reflection of our discomfort with presence, our addiction to velocity, our impulse to categorise rather than connect.
And yet, by standing there, by remaining seen, he offers something that cannot be industrialised. A portal into our shared fragility.
❖ Philosophical Insight:
Care is not always a solution. Sometimes it is simply a refusal to look away. A soft form of resistance against a civilisation that measures everything except meaning.
What's Next?
As we reflect on Marek's presence, let us ask. What do we lose when we outsource compassion to systems? Tomorrow morning, pause. Notice who stands at the edges of your routine. The future may depend less on our solutions than on our willingness to stay.
—#WritingCulture— by Ellis Zeitmann @ThinkZeit
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