Maybe it's the way they yolk things together that had no business hanging out, but by seeing them grabbing drinks in a booth you wonder how you never put them together.
Illuminating the universal through the particular--those shared details that light the cartoon lightbulb over your head.
Seamus Heaney says, "Gleaning the unsaid off the palpable." I love that line. But I'm not sure it says what I mean.
My mind inhabits the city more frequently (or vice-versa). The daily commute, the NPR interview with the author who says the city is the answer--the spark for creativity, for innovation, it is people and community at their best.
It isn't. I don't buy it, nor would anyone who has watched a sunrise with a fishing pole in the river, or climbed trees for no reason, or smiled walking the woods on hearing a woodpecker go to town.
There are things the city lacks. But Gay Talese's New York intrigues.
Plus it's baseball season. Which has always brought with it trips to the city. And time in the stands. But not passively. More than a spectator.
Being a part. Paying attention.
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