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Week 1

Week 1:
Monday. The hard core old school commuters look at me like I’m a freak, but I think also with a hint of “in my day you had to dress up to go to work to be a man.” Sour grapes? I would love to bless the person that came up with the Grand Central Dancing scene in the Fisher King. It could be like that, it could like that, its not. There was a beautiful sunrise. I need to try to look at that shit.

Tuesday: I was riding home, on the packed 6, it was strange, everyone smelled like I do the day after a gin binge. Somewhere around the 28th street stop, the doors kept tying to close, and then I heard yelling on the platform. Then the subway operator spoke over PA, in a voice that sounded like a drunken old woman. “Gentlemen, you need to hold on to your pocket books like a lady”.

Wednesday:, I am starting to recognize people, that aren’t who they are. More to the point, I think these people are people that I recognize, but in fact they are only people that I use as referents to people that I actually don’t know. Example: Guy on Broadway that looks like the Chinese student in Leuven.

Thursday:
Now I am starting to recognize people at the train station. I have started to huddle with the groups at the impending door stations. I wonder if that means that they are winning. I looked at the sky, it was pretty.
I think I saw a man having heart attack in Grand Central on the way to the subway. Wheezing, pitched over with brief case on the ground (why not the floor?). Like everyone else, I kept walking. Read on the subway for the first time. Not bad. It makes it go quicker, plus no redirection of the gaze.