Sat outside McDonald's today, gobbling on the usual meal # 6, watching E.A. Poe walk through the streets of New York. i looked up to my side to see mimed gestures of friendship beyond the glass. you don't have to lip read to know how happy they were. in front of me, a few tables away, architecture students doing their final plates, i guess, and singing crazily, perhaps wishing that if they sang badly these projects would whimper away and disappear. Farther to my right, the cotton candy man busily handing over the product to his customers. i picture him at the end of the day, weary from work, without one sweet thing to cheer him up. Between the students and i, four sets of people have come to fill their complaining stomachs, and then gone again. All the while, around the corner farther behind me, on a bench, perhaps the only four people who read my blog and care to listen to my misadventures and complaints. They listen, anyway.
