Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even kinda true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Rolling in the Deep
The guy ducks under the half-closed rolling shutter outside the bagel shop, and for a second he sees me, seeing him. We lock eyes and then, like the good New Yorker I am, my eyes sort of unfocus a little, and I keep it moving down the street.
But apparently, our interaction is not complete. Behind me, I hear him speak/sing, "We could have had it aaaaalllllll," and I know he's singing directly to me, though I can't immediately recognize the tune.