Most of us visit coffee shops on a regular basis, but what
is the purpose of this space? Just off the top of my head, I can say that I,
personally, have used the coffee shop this summer as a place for: caffeine;
observation; homework; learning German; reading; Facebook; internet surfing;
composing e-mails; blogging; writing; socializing; meeting new people; playing
board games; hanging out with friends; breakfast, lunch, & dinner; working
on a children's book; etc. And this is just me! Now, most of these may sound
like rather trivial, everyday tasks, but for one person to be able to
accomplish -- no, to want to accomplish -- all of these tasks in
a single space is so endlessly strange and interesting to me. I fear that I've
reached the point where I'm more addicted to the coffee shop itself than the
coffee they offer.
Still, I've yet to mention the enigmatic "shared
event" that titles this post. I'm drawing the concept from Don DeLillo, an
American author whose ouevre I am currently working through. DeLillo
often speaks of "events" and how they "gather force." One
of his characters in The Names even speaks of feeling
"involved in events." The idea has always been rather
interesting to me, not only because I seldom find this idea mentioned in
writing or everyday life, but also because it seems totally relevant to
contemporary existence.
Anyway, the point is, I tend to feel a hidden tenseness in
coffee shops, as if everyone who shares these spaces, this internet, and this
air, everyone who chooses to have private conversations in a public place for
all of us to hear -- it's as if we all still wish to maintain a separate space,
our own privacy or secrecy, despite our behavior in this space. I often wonder
what can be done to break down this sense of a wall. Why, I think, is it so
difficult for me, or anyone for that matter, to engage the person who sits no
more than two feet away from me, the person whom I openly allow to see what I'm
doing on my computer and who provides me with the same freedom?
The other day, while sitting in this very coffee shop, this
tenseness was alleviated somewhat. For over an hour, I had been sitting next to
the same person, a person who, I think, attends the same university that I
attend and was writing a paper for school much like I was. On top of this, we
were sharing the same internet, the same air, both drinking coffee. As one says
in English, there was something "in common" between the two of us.
Yet I still felt that there was something inaccessible there, something unbridgeable.
The solution to this proved to be no less than a power
outage, which was caused by a passing thunderstorm. It wasn't our sharing of
internet or air that brought us together; rather, it was a "shared
event" -- a power outage, a taking away, a negative -- that reminded us of
our commonality. Consequently, we were able to engage in conversation, we were
able to find "common ground," able to "break the ice." But
the power outage did more than this. Ironically, the loss of power proved to be
a spark of another type, erupting a chain of laughter throughout the coffee
shop. The event "gathered force," we might say. The whole atmosphere
of the coffee shop was affected, if only for a few moments. It wasn't
long, however, before the generators were signaled, the power restored, and the
measurable change, the realized community, was submerged once again.
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DeLillo, Don. The Names. New York: Vintage, 1989. Originally published in 1982. Print.
