MORE HAND-OUT STUFF
I love the way you look at me; I mean the
way you look at the world, around me, while
looking at me. Yes, those are spaces between
the spaces, where the light gets in, and you seem
to see it. The street is a difficult place, and the
readiness of others to pass you by is probably
better than the alternate version of all this : you
flat-out, assaulted and dead on that same hard
sidewalk. So, you see, the world is really a
rather kind place for this sort of thing : people
in turn giving out and taking in : the black guy
ranting; the crazy Buddhist, in his robe, giving
out medals and coins; Madame Sosostris, again,
telling her fortunes and visions. Teresias, by
contrast, was at least a blind, old man.
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