Some man gets on and finds a seat, not really speaking to anyone, is yelling about Ukraine and public events. very angry. about World War III coming. then the economy. Pent up fury of living and not being heard. upp, on to democrats being weak, “There’s no peace with these guys. There’s no peace.” Maybe he has the right idea.
“Let them kill each other. I don’t care.” I seriously hope this isn’t his real opinion, and yet can I really understand where this person is coming from and how these words came to be made. “What would I do if I were president? Look at John Kerry. He’s doing all he can.” He lists all the countries that are “fucked up.” What he thinks we should do?, “bomb the shit out of them—wipe them off the map.” Instead he claims, “What DO we do? Bomb the shit out of them and then REBUILD them.”
Pause. Is he done? Collecting his thoughts.
“They don’t want to talk.”
“I agree with Obama.”
Long pause. Then defeated, “For what reason I don’t know.”
“Anyway It’s beyond me. I have no control over it.”
The feelings of relief that this could be the end and compassion because at times I have felt the same overwhelming anger, frustration, and hopelessness, don’t have time to settle before he goes back to yelling. bombing it all away.
Rocking thoughts is a serious of short observations made on the New York subway. An interesting cross section and environment that is truly and as much this city.
"There is not one pink flower, or even fifty pink flowers, but hundreds. Snowflakes, of course, are the ultimate exercise in sheer creative glee. No two alike. This creator looks suspiciously like someone who just might send us support for our creative ventures." -Julia Cameron