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A day in the life...
Jun. 16th, 2004 09:35 pm( Working Girl )
Observations: The subway is a wonderful thing. Beyond its many conveniences, and, despite inflation, its affordability, it's really a marvelous place to see people. Not to meet people, not even to talk to them really, but to see. To really see. I never see the things people write in books. I've never met a person who looked a certain cliched way. But I meet them on the subways sometimes. And sometimes I think cliched ways of describing them, think about them in terms of their physicality impacting their personalities. That made no sense. Wait, let me explain. Okay, so, the walking cliche I saw on the subway this week: a man with beady eyes. I've never seen one who actually fits that description, but there was this skinny bald guy on the 3 whose eyes were just darkly shaded by his prominent eyebrows (they weren't thick or bushy, they just seemed to stick out far enough to shade his eyes, like Michaelangelo's David, like God meant it for effect). They were so dark and small and roundish...they were just beady. A few days ago, I saw a man on the subway who was quite heavyset and standing. I made up the idea that he was standing because he wasn't allowed to sit, thanks to Guiliani's stupid fascism a long way back where they decided to ticket people who took up more than one seat. Then I realized I was thinking to much about it and moved on to speculating whether or not the girl in the strangely colored pumps had stepped in muck or had shoved a spiky heel through someone's eye. Either way, the back heel was discolored. Weird.
Observations: The subway is a wonderful thing. Beyond its many conveniences, and, despite inflation, its affordability, it's really a marvelous place to see people. Not to meet people, not even to talk to them really, but to see. To really see. I never see the things people write in books. I've never met a person who looked a certain cliched way. But I meet them on the subways sometimes. And sometimes I think cliched ways of describing them, think about them in terms of their physicality impacting their personalities. That made no sense. Wait, let me explain. Okay, so, the walking cliche I saw on the subway this week: a man with beady eyes. I've never seen one who actually fits that description, but there was this skinny bald guy on the 3 whose eyes were just darkly shaded by his prominent eyebrows (they weren't thick or bushy, they just seemed to stick out far enough to shade his eyes, like Michaelangelo's David, like God meant it for effect). They were so dark and small and roundish...they were just beady. A few days ago, I saw a man on the subway who was quite heavyset and standing. I made up the idea that he was standing because he wasn't allowed to sit, thanks to Guiliani's stupid fascism a long way back where they decided to ticket people who took up more than one seat. Then I realized I was thinking to much about it and moved on to speculating whether or not the girl in the strangely colored pumps had stepped in muck or had shoved a spiky heel through someone's eye. Either way, the back heel was discolored. Weird.
