Most of the time I do neither, I just play angry birds.
During the day I sit in study spots and people use words like “problematic” or “reification.” I’m not always sure what these words mean.
But then when I descend the train platform onto the street a crowd of callers mumble the words “works, works, works”, or “box”, or loosie, loosie.” I don’t know exactly what these words mean either but I know what these guys are saying.
I see parents with kids, commuters, people going to and fro, living life, and on the walk home I also see human feces.
My day is filled with people doing better than me and people doing worse. They are all people. The other night I walked past a man on a stoop slumped over. he mumbled something at me and when I looked down to see what he was saying I saw the syringe fall from his hand. I thought about it, about him, but I kept walking.