It's a Big World

The conversation he's having on his mobile is loud, expansive, demonstrative, and entirely unintelligible to me. I don't know the language, and I don't pause to parse, but keep moving down the street toward my destination like a good New Yorker.

I imagine a place where people speak some language I don't know, a small village, maybe, miles from anyone, where a cozy, warm fire crackles, the only sound at all beneath an enormous, deep blue-black sky quiver-full with stars. It's not this guy's home, probably, but there's somewhere like that, where they've heard of New York, but only as a place out there in the world that has no real impact on them or the people they love whatsoever.

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One year ago: Politics at Dinner

Two years ago: Not Really

Three years ago: He Found Them

Four years ago: Context

Six yearx ago: Allocating Your Time

Seven years ago: ...and now I've got it too