Saturday, October 16, 2010

on drifting


I gave a dollar to the man on the subway singing "Yo Soy Feliz." It was just him and a guitar. He wasn't even loud, just walking up and down the car, singing in a mournful way.

Then I danced. For the eighth night in nine nights.

Hail Bohemia.

3 comments:

Bathwater said...

I think things are better when you dance.

Erie Lackawanna said...

Your partner must be the luckiest man alive. At that moment, "the only living boy in New York."

Phoenix said...

I love reading about when you go dancing because I think you figure things out, about yourself, about others, about the world, when you're in movement.

I do the same thing, only on a much less coordinated level.