a blog with cultural bulimia.

Monday, February 02, 2004

New York Lone City

Through the Cracks, Then Through the Ice
A man fell through the ice and nobody missed him. Nobody reported him gone. Nobody wondered where he was. Not the day he fell through the ice or the next day or the day after that. For an entire week, nobody missed him.
Even in this city of the famous and the forgotten that passes so many by, could someone be that invisible?
He had fallen through the ice.