Erm… What Are We Supposed to Do At This Cafe • Bar • Restaurant • General Store?

First Encounter:

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmrmmmmmm…. What are we supposed to do at this Cafe • Bar • Restaurant • General Store? Help us please. We have been standing outside for 45 minutes now. We need to pee!

Is there a Cafe • Bar • Restaurant • General Store • Bathroom? Is there a God? Why would God create so much ambiguity and bestow it upon one location? You don’t need anything else here! This place has it all! Hotels, AirBnB? What? All I know and all I have known is Cafe • Bar • Restaurant • General Store. I will meet my first love here and I will give birth to my first child behind the bar because we are sure this place is also a Cafe • Bar • Restaurant • General Store •  Birthing Ward.

It is a chilly November night and we are alone. We wonder. What does it smell like inside this Cafe • Bar • Restaurant • General Store? The scent of tangerines, vinyl cleaner, and a secret third thing that we will now never discover. The scent was tangible , but out of our reach; for we could not go inside this holy structure. Our chariot —our Lyft— awaited, for time is such a fickle thing.

Some things are more beautiful when they are left as ideas. We joined hands in solidarity that day and never ventured past  the Cafe • Bar • Restaurant • General Store • Doors. We were imprinted with awe, left fearful • starstruck • dazed • petrified by its beauty. So much left undone. So much left unloved.

Second Encounter:

Some roses will never bloom. 

As Audre Lorde once said, “We were never meant to survive.” We should have never gone into that Lyft. The simple flapping of a butterfly's wings can cause a tsunami on the other side of the world and our indolence led to the closure of this glorious place.  

Thank you Fort Defiance, Cafe • Bar • Restaurant • General Store, for everything.