Day 1

02.02.2011

Lucas Molandes

Took the train from Liberty to Penn. Snow, cold. Back in NY. People on the transit talk shop about the weather and everyone speaks with a confidence that crawls from their gut to their mouth. I get the feeling that confidence is a defense mechanism that has evolved out of adapting to the world that reminds people that it will spin on with or without them. There's a sadness to all that bravado. 

I haven't met a person in NY who looks like they've chosen the wrong occupation. Either people do follow their dreams here, or the city shapes them into what they are. Every cab driver looks like a cab driver. Every cop looks like a cop. Were these people born to be these people? I don't know. Who cares. One foot in front of the other. There's not much room for indecision and timidness here. It's not hard to waste someones time, even if you're asking them to do their job. Anyone can waste their own time; you don't have that privilege ... etc, etc. I got off the train and stood next to a homeless man who rocked back and forth while another homeless man thousand-yard-stared me like a shell shocked boogeyman.

It's been a long day. Tired. Blew up my bed. Listening to street noises. Sleep. Maybe.