Since we are spending our days and evenings outdoors, I am astonished with the continual discourse going on; everywhere we go, people are talking. Am I wrong, or do people in New York talk alotalot? And, do many choose to talk loudly?
I have, willingly and unwillingly, overheard so many conversations these last days my mind is reeling. It is as if hearing these stories, out of context to the narrators’ lives, creates a kaleidoscope projection of “life in the city”. It is fascinating because each new conversational tidbit adds a new diamond-shaped coloured element to the image.
Where people’s looks here present an infinite variation of diversity, people’s conversation seems to be universally, uniformly concerned with existential worries and personal dramas.