Tuesday, March 31, 2009
TEARS OF A COMMUTER
I see grown people crying on the street all the time. Mostly women. Sometimes they are crying into the phone. Sometimes they are just walking down the street, crying.
I want to ask them what is wrong, sometimes. I want to take their pictures.
It has been often noted that in a large city, in a city like New York, you can be in the middle of the street in the middle of the day in the middle of Rush Hour, and you can feel like you are all by yourself. You can cry there, in the street, passing stores and restaurants and people in the midst of a day, you can wait for the light and jump out of the path of a careening bike messenger while quietly sobbing, as if you were home with your cat and a pint of ice cream.
I am sure I have cried on the street. I have cried almost everywhere.
I used to cry a lot in my car.