What do a woman’s face, an ad for Bank of America and a recruiting point for the Army have in common? - We were so tired, so utterly tired. A demanding day in NYC, then walking the Brooklyn Bridge (from its Brooklyn end), then on to Times Square. I felt like I was x-rayed by all the screens, I felt the temperature was higher then in the surrounding city due to the enormous throughput of electrical current. And all the abuse my eyes had to take. In the storm’s eye the red chairs and tables of Times Square. The place on earth where there is probably the highest density of advertising for commodities and services - it grants seating (but not rest) for free. You can stay there as long as you whish & dare, consuming exactly nothing - apart from ads, which will x-ray you.
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."