and it'll be 5 months since i'm back in the big apple. back home. back to the crammed subway cars, briefcase-clad suits, and feigned indifference. we all fucken care...we do, but sometimes, it just gets to be too damned much...and so we stare straight ahead. iPod's blaring..or jaws jabbering into the lastest cellphone gizmo that lets you take photos, read email, and cancel all attention to the world around you. i look. at all the faces. busy doing other things. feeling other things. then i plug in too, and exit through the closing doors, walk up concrete stairs, out into the jungle going on up there.
and everything rolls along.
and this time, instead of waiting for the end of the world, i ride the big nyc wave, head first, taking on giant buildings, big-headed egos, and this feigned indifference, knowing all too well, we're all soft as 30 second eggs.