the cozy corner diner is community. to use the word community in a city seems, for a lack of a better word, silly. when out, i pass a different face every 10 seconds. but for some reason, as i am inside the walls of the cozy corner, all the people seem to be there for the same purpose: to eat, to enjoy, to absorb the same nutrients, to sit in the same seats, to watch the same people.
our immediate world and visual surroundings provide nothing but a reflection of our community and the way we interact/speak/treat one another. i like to imagine that we are like sponges, and absorb what is necessary, and release what is not.
that makes for a sensible and unified community, no matter how many people are in the surroundings--it has to do with the simple desire to find the coziest corner.