wish fulfillin'

I come to Ruben's to write. I like to check my mail and reply to letters I get, as far as possible. This and a few other chores I perform routinely. I would rather have this facility without interruption. It is almost a rule with me. Ruben's is not an exciting place. It is, if anything, gloomy. There are many signs(like stacks of old greeting cards no one bought) in his cybercafe suggesting the initial enthusiasm & hopes of the man. The only thing which seems to be working there is his computers. They are fast, and Ruben knows pretty much about computers - at least as much as he may need to run a cybercafe. Besides, he is quite and he is friendly. I can write in Ruben's cafe without interruption. The cell phone, a recent addition to my material belongings, does not ring. That, and only that brings me here. It is a bit away from where I live, but that is O.K. For I have the pleasure of networking uninterrupted. That is a blessing. But then I am not an island. I depend on certain things over which others can lay a claim to proprietorship. Like the bike I ride on is borrowed. I hope my friend and owner of the bike did not need it while I was gone.