A man of the masses. I was one of those today, walking from work to the
train station so I could go home to Woodstock. All these people, walking
hustling, bustling, to get places. As I turned the corner a couple blocks
south of Madison, maybe it was Quincy, all these people crossing the
street, this stream of humanity, moving as one, heading west. I joined
up, into the flow, much like the drop of water next to a flow of water,
sucked into the mass, then, when the group keep moving to the left into
Union station and I continued west to Canal. And then there was noone
around. Amazing. |