As the lamp post watched him standing on the edge of the curb, it was surprised to realize that it could not remember how long it had been watching this same man teeter between going and stopping.
"Are you going to cross the street?" it asked.
The man turned around and it was clear on his face that, while he was surprised to hear the question, he was clearly not surprised to hear it come from a lamp post.
"Maybe" he finally replied, the tentativeness of the answer making it sound like a question.
"Go then", the lamp post said irritably. It was tired of watching him shuffle back and forth. "Cross the street if you must. Maybe you will find what you are looking for on the other side."
After long, interminable minutes the man turned to look at the lamp post and in a tone that dripped with the heavy syrup of uncertainty laced with expectation he said:
"I was thinking of crossing the line instead. That might bring me to exactly where i want to be."
(A friend of mine has been taking photos and my head has been writing stories about them. The photo above is one of them. You can find more of his work here . And over the next few days (or weeks, or months - who knows - some of my stories and random thoughts about them, right here.)
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