manhattan, like no other.
someone recently asked me how i get to work and how long it took me. "it takes me about two hours on weekends by train." i said. i observed his dress shoes and knew what he was about to say before he even said it. "oh, well, that's not bad at all." there was nothing that i could say to him. whatever i WANTED to say to him would be useless, because his only concern he would ever have would be fining a parking spot.
then when he asked me how much the subway cost me, i felt the demon knot in my side tighten when i replied with "they just raised the fair to $2.50". he said with surprise, "OH, not bad at all!"
the shoes he wore TOLD me that he drove in from jersey, and that he would never understand what it feels like to ride the train to and from work. looking down at my own shoes, worn and used up, i saw how different our worlds were. he will never know what it feels like to take multiple trains to work and then walk 4 city blocks in either heat or cold. and i will never know what it's like to drive aimlessly around, looking for a parking spot, and then receiving some crazy parking ticket.
both ends desperately dream of the use of space like energy transporters where real.
then when he asked me how much the subway cost me, i felt the demon knot in my side tighten when i replied with "they just raised the fair to $2.50". he said with surprise, "OH, not bad at all!"
the shoes he wore TOLD me that he drove in from jersey, and that he would never understand what it feels like to ride the train to and from work. looking down at my own shoes, worn and used up, i saw how different our worlds were. he will never know what it feels like to take multiple trains to work and then walk 4 city blocks in either heat or cold. and i will never know what it's like to drive aimlessly around, looking for a parking spot, and then receiving some crazy parking ticket.
both ends desperately dream of the use of space like energy transporters where real.