Do the seemingly crazy people come to New York or does New York just turn people seemingly crazy?
A man lies over the seats across from me on the train.
It appears as though he is incessantly chewing gum, but I never see anything in his mouth.
Sprawled out on his back,
with one arm he cradles his head,
the other lies over his hip,
or it rises up to flail about with intention.
He is conducting his imaginary orchestra.
I wonder what it sounds like….if that’s what he hears.
He looks up and around the cart and then itches the back of his neck under four layers of coat.
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