silly spots started with a very ordinary moment. I was standing somewhere in the city, not in a rush, but not fully at ease either, and I needed a place I couldn’t really name. Not a café, not a park. Something in between. A place to sit alone without feeling exposed. Somewhere to spend half an hour without committing to it. A spot that feels quiet, but not empty. I remember realizing that even though the city is full of places, I had no real way of finding that one.