This evening I stood at the northwest corner of Macy's. I had walked up to 34th street and then, not knowing what to do, I stood and contemplated what I wanted to do. A man stopped in front of me. "Are you lost?" he asked. "No," I said. "I just don't know what I want to be doing right now." He smiled. "That's alright," he said. "I don't know what I want to be doing either." And then he walked on. Posted by eugene at 11:14 PM | Comments (4)

The snow is melting and dripping onto everything from awnings, rooftops, and umbrellas. It's not the only thing dripping from the sky. Water's also dripping from my bathroom ceiling. The super tells me that they're doing a lot of work on an apartment above me and they might have hit the wrong pipe. He tells me to call him if I notice it again. I thanked him and saw him out. As I was trying to wipe the water from the overhead lamp, I felt gentle electric shocks course through my hand.
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