toronto

back to the hotel...walked up to street level and for a minute...it could have been NYC. everything grey, loud, shadows on buildings, sunlit sky through buildings....

later.

meandering at 3:30am...not quite the same...but not so different. cold slow rain, hot coffee in hand...wandering. shivering in the wind "praying the coffee prayer"...hearing a city begin to wake.

getting it

"He taught that everything is something."

pay attention to what you dismiss as nothing ...
it may be the key to the riddle.

metro philosophy

i rode the metro back toward city hall...but didnt get off. just road to the other end of the line. the message in each station,

"Value life. Live responsibly."

amazing stuff

imagine walking into a starbucks at 7:00am and you are the only one there. (yes on workday).

singapore thug wonders n old white guys

boys swaggering thug-wonders
landing by my side on the metro.
i cant help but turn to Ludacris (Get Back),
increase the volume
and watch the expression on their face.

or the wandering eyes in the lobby,
conversations in the lift,
"where from?" intros
and strangers falling in step--

Ludacris is a perfect show stopper and amusing as heck.

"heads up, heads up...
why you all in my ear
talking a whole bunch of ...
I'm not trying to hear"

"hey you want what with me
i'm gonna tell you one time dont ... with me"

timing

years ago...9/11...citibank guys just arrived in the lobby...the turn of heads.

cnn. just watching.

the numbness.

people slowly sitting down.

an awkward, "you don't know. you dont know."

silence.

...

We couldn't get home until the 22nd...Raj would put me back on the plane back to India the day we started dropping bombs on Afghanistan.

...

I am sitting in the same lounge...the same chair...the same view out the window as years prior.

Happy September 2nd

"All work is an act of philosophy."