Under an ash grey sky I’m walking on Young Street when I stop at the curb waiting for the light to change.
Beside me a homeless man wearing Polar Vortex chic…rocking a sleeping bag like a poncho mutters gibberish.
I listen closely (I always listen closely because when we want to be dismissive we label people crazy and that corrosive label offers some outstanding hidden gems.)
Sure enough he stops muttering then yells at the top of his lungs to no one: “WHAT IF THERE WAS A BLACK SUPERMAN?”
Then goes back to his regularly scheduled gibberish program…only he adjusts his sleeping bag-dress like an unruly girdle and wanders onto the street into oncoming traffic, annoying drivers who loudly honk in protest as he diagonally shuffles to the other side. It’s unclear where’s he’s going only that he’s determined to get there.
I’m still waiting for the light to change…but: man if ever there was a metaphor for social media.
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