Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Noah

Seen on the Brown Line to Kimball at about 8:15 a.m.

Noah leans his bearded face closer to the folded piece of newspaper, his eyes squinting in concentration. He moves his pen furiously over the page, as if he is in a hurry and doesn’t have time to look at the clues. For that is certainly what is occupying Noah’s attention—the Red Eye crossword puzzle. You imagine that his handwriting must be messy and cramped inside the tiny boxes.

If you looked at his paper, however, you would quickly realize that Noah is not doing the crossword puzzle. It’s doubtful that you could ever understand what he is writing.

Noah is writing the world. You didn’t think it was all left to chance, did you? Noah and those like him spend their days determining how others spend their days. With ancient symbols he sparks a romance, inspires a graduate thesis, starts a war. The strokes of his pen spell out the past, present, and future. His is the ink of emotions and needs. You should be careful not to jostle him, you should hope that the train is slow and steady, for with one small mark he can rewrite your entire life—or erase it altogether.

DWChitown was AMAZING last night! We had some really great discussions. I am so excited that I started doing it. We have managed to collect a freaking awesome group of people. Just sayin'.

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