Friday, August 18, 2006
I gave the man a coin
I gave the man a coin. He was sitting on the path I was walking on. I walked and continued on until I reached the bus station.The Central Bus Station in the holiest city. I waited on line, sailed through security, entered the building and climbed the steps to the third floor. The top floor. On the way, I passed people and people passed me. A lot happened on the top floor, but more relevantly, I did a lot on the top floor. Mostly while sitting. Sitting on a low metal bench. I thought long thoughts and hard thoughts. I embraced new decisions and turned my back on old ones and then got drunk. Overwhelmed by the ever present and overpowering 'ness' of the scene, I released myself in order to better preserve. (Additionally, I lent my phone to her, smiled at her and bent down to give her the paper). I took the elevator down all the three flights. I exited the central bus station of the holiest city and walked on. I continued on the path until I saw the same man sitting. I gave him another coin.