Tuesday, June 03, 2008
What is seen
A man sharing his orange slushy with a woman. An anxious mother followed my her young daughter, several paces back. The nervous boy, clearly from out of town, with his fanny pack up around the middle of his chest, cluched to his side. The endless stream of boys and girls in the first flushes of hormones, giggling off of eachother. Kids buying trinkets at the cheapo vendors in the atrium. Metro employees getting dinner before heading back to work and office workers getting dinner before heading back to an empty home. The pregnant young woman - a girl really, with her distracted boyfriend who is chattering away to someone on his cell phone. The two kids walking by with matching green casts on their right forearms. The improbably tense woman with her shoulders all scrunced up and hunched over, walking by with a Victoria's Secret bag on her arm, sexuality hidden. The teenaged boy with the hot pink hightops and beige checkered shorts buying some piece of cheap jewlery, thanking the vendor and walking off with his purchase - for a special someone perhaps? The hugely muscled man walkikng by, pulling his rolling backpack. The guys, too cool for school, lounging at their table, sunglasses on, hat askew just so. The toddler girl in the stroller in line infront of me, with her hair in twists and the biggest smile on her face, brining warmth and joy to all humanity around her. The military man with gray hair, holding the door open for the woman behind him, leading the man infront of me to hold the door for me, leading me to hold the door for the woman behind me. The old man with the pita pocket dinner reading the evening paper alone at his table. The large man who works at the novelty t-shirt booth, in his jean shorts and plaid multicolored shirt, ever so carefully refolding a pile of garishly colored tie dyed "I 'heart' DC" t-shirts as he answers questions for a group of boys about the merits of hats vs. hoodies. The young man, typing away on his phone, watching the world go by. The man who gets up and heads home.
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