The fact that I can still find the Coffee House is confusing. It's almost as though it exists in a virtual world enfolded into our own and yet distinct, as though it was a pocket universe superimposed upon the soft underbelly of reality. Through this dimensional aberration, we transcend our physical space and enter into a collective fantasy like a shared waking dream where we willingly suspend our disbelief enough to embrace the unreal as though it had substance.
In other words, some of us are more confused than others.