A tall skinny guy in tall skinny jeans, thin black jacket and fedora. Under the hat, a necktie he wears like a headband, the patterned silk dangling like a paisley ponytail. The guy walks fast, head down, keeping the buildings close on his left, like a man trying to find his way through a maze. Or like a rodent. He scurries around the corner by the bus stop, still nearly brushing the cement walls of the building with his shoulder. I lose him as he sneaks between the cement wall and the back of the shelter, making one lady step out of the way.
Before the bus shows up, I have time to wonder if keeping the wall close isn't something optional with this guy. I wonder what that would be like. Would it be a constant oppression, an uncontrollable life-ruling impulse? Or would it just be something that defines you to yourself, something you might even like about yourself, like wearing a necktie as a headband?
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What if he's a trend-setter and next year all the kids will have their pants on the ground and a tie as a headband??
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