On Writing Bar Scenes
Some thoughts on random intimate conversations
Somehow, in many things I wrote so far, even in essays, there is a scene of two people talking in a bar or pub, a restaurant or a cafe. They sit in front of each other, drink and talk about things that have nothing to do with the main topic. You can find some elements of it in some pieces I've already published here and I assure you there are more in the unpublished ones you haven’t seen or won’t see. So, I am asking myself, why? Why am I doing it again and again? Is this me repeating myself or is this something else?
Perhaps the most obvious answer is I just love reading or watching this kind of scene hence tend to write them myself, unconsciously.