thoughts
So i read fortune magazine on the L train riding through what can best be described as the hood. For whatever reason, the pearls of of wisdom those billionaires had to share in that magazine just seemed more luminary there.
Walking down the tunnel between the blue line and the red line at the washington station, there was a man, singing. He was singing "that's why they call it the blues" at least as well as elton john did it. It was incredible. It resonated down the length of the dirty tunnel. It was a sonic marvel like I've never heard. Even as you got further away, he didn't get any quieter. As I approached, I thought about giving him some money, but then wondered what a man with such a gift needed money for. I did not want to think about the realities of life, that there was awful poverty, eminent unhappiness. I wanted to get lost in that hurting man's melodies and drift down that tunnel. I still looked like another middle class man on a mission, my clean white shoes, pressed slacks, resolute stiff legged gate, but I was touched. It made me wonder what was going on inside of all the other people who look so dead walking around the world. So as with every other night, I'm confused. I had a wonderful weekend at home, and senator cal actually said something nice and wise to me at the easter banquet. That was my easter miracle.
Walking down the tunnel between the blue line and the red line at the washington station, there was a man, singing. He was singing "that's why they call it the blues" at least as well as elton john did it. It was incredible. It resonated down the length of the dirty tunnel. It was a sonic marvel like I've never heard. Even as you got further away, he didn't get any quieter. As I approached, I thought about giving him some money, but then wondered what a man with such a gift needed money for. I did not want to think about the realities of life, that there was awful poverty, eminent unhappiness. I wanted to get lost in that hurting man's melodies and drift down that tunnel. I still looked like another middle class man on a mission, my clean white shoes, pressed slacks, resolute stiff legged gate, but I was touched. It made me wonder what was going on inside of all the other people who look so dead walking around the world. So as with every other night, I'm confused. I had a wonderful weekend at home, and senator cal actually said something nice and wise to me at the easter banquet. That was my easter miracle.