A Title From Herbert Humbutt’s, MEET THE PEOPLE WHO CLEAN YOUR SOCKS, Anthology.
- solar eclipse
Tonight i saw two amazing things on my way home from work. Both in the subway. One: two people singing, screaming, squealing? One with a keyboard. One a stranger. Together singing loudly and high pitched. Smiling and mouths wide gaping open. Lost and combined in spaces of noise. Two: a couple seperated by a turnstile. Holding limbs over a barrier. Two but almost one. Simple, small, but something. Sometimes this city is something. Sometimes it is alive (and okay).