Month: August 2015

Ten seconds, approximately

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I rode my bike past a man alone tonight. Alone as in physically alone, not with anyone, but also much more alone as in not having anyone, anywhere, at all. Everything about him, from the way he put the cigarette to his mouth to how he moved one foot in front of the other to how his right arm nervously and hardly noticeably swung as he walked, it all said the same thing: I am […]