Some Thoughts on Why It Matters
I was at Strand bookstore at the register and then turned my head around and saw a stranger walking into an old elevator. He looked straight at me and the door started closing. So slowly. And the inside of the elevator was red, and there was a dim light inside. And he was so photogenic – in his 70s, mustache, old denim jacket, small blue hat and sad blue eyes. I didn’t have time to take his photograph. And the door closed. And so many moments like this in my head – strangers
