Wednesday, April 20, 2011


Sitting on the bench in the early summer warmth, I watched the man on th bench across from me. He was oblivious to the glory of the day, the hilarity and sadness of the passers-by, and the fact that I wasn't even attempting to disguise my gawking. Whatever the gadget was in his hand, it clearly owned him.

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