Sunday, December 10, 2006

In New York, people don't exist. OK, OK... it's not quite like that, it's just that you aren't treated as a person, recognized as a person. Store attendants don't say hello, goodbye, or look at the person the money came attached to. Everyone grumbles when you talk to them. And so on. It's as if nobody existed, nobody cared if others exist, everyone wanted to be alone.

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