WE WILL NEVER DIE JUST YETThis is important (and do not ever let...
WE WILL NEVER DIE JUST YET
This is important (and do not ever let someone who is successful at life tell you otherwise): There is a building near my office that was used as an exterior shot on a famous sitcom about a group of friends. It has been off the air for almost a decade but the show is syndicated. Tourists stand on the corner and take pictures of it. All day long. The show was not even filmed in this city. This is our culture. Tourists. Photos. All. Day. Long.
I took two pictures of food today. I do not have a healthy relationship with food nor money but I get along with liquid fine.
Remember when we saw the plane writing in the sky?
The approaching train sounded like lasers. On the train, a man with a torn jacket said to a little woman wearing a red coat, "Excuse me, miss. What day is it?"
She pulled her earbuds out. "Friday."
He said thank you. At the next stop, he said, "One of these guys should give you a seat."
She could not hear him. She had her earbuds in again.
"They should give you a seat!" He had an unopened can in his pocket, something to drink. "Is this 59th street?"
Another man said, "When it stops, bro."
The man with the torn jack held out his hand with the cross dangling. "Could you spare a quarter?"
Outside the gym, a man walked past wearing green jeans. Does that mean anything to anyone any more?
Inside the elevator to the gym, a woman told another woman that she has a student whose name is pronounced "shu-thead" but it is not spelled that way. It has an I and no dash. The other woman laughed and said she has a student named La-Dasha, spelled La-Dasha, with a dash.
Inside the gym, a sweaty man wore a T-shirt that said, I HAVE DOUGHNUTS AT HOME. The view from the yoga studio is sick.
Outside the gym, two giant dump trucks stopped for a little old lady jaywalking with a cane, a pile of dead Chistmas trees near a no-parking sign. A blind man in white fur coat stood on the corner, tapping things. A little girl with a pink, rolling backpack stomped down the sidewalk making angry noises.
Relationships, my life, my feelings blahblah I do not know how it is for other people.
