Same Things Twice
In big cities like this, there’s always a kind of wonder at seeing the same person or thing more than once without meaning to. This doesn’t refer to the coffee cart on your corner or the people working near your office, of course. No, I’m talking about the bum (displaced person?) I saw sprawled out near my office near Spring Street and how I’m positive I saw him standing up on 42nd street later on that same week. Of course, bums move as much as the rest of us but still! When something randomly comes up twice like that, you have to wonder whether there’s a reason; maybe this dp is a cousin of mine, or could have my baby, or really needs me to give him that dollar that I keep witholding. Or maybe its just a sad reminder of how replaceable the people in our everyday seem to be.