stuff I think about walking around Gotham
Surrounded by so many people, and yet so utterly dissociated from them, I started to wonder – Tuesday, walking downtown to get my horrible hair cut – about this metropolis of 8 million (or 11 million, depending on how you count).
How many people in this city are madly, mutually in love today?
How many people are mourning so much they don’t feel human anymore?
How many people have woken this morning from their last night of sleep?
How many people will give or get a good spanking today?
How many people are going to the party I’m going to in two weeks’ time?
How many people in this town read my blog and wish they could meet me?
How many would wish they could meet me if they did read my blog?
How many people are unknowingly within a week of meeting their future spouses?
How many people have imagined things about me today?
How many people in Gotham are into the kind of tgi I am into?
How many people are walking around town today casting passers-by in their fantasies?
How many straight, unmarried Englishmen are there in this town?
How many of them are into tgi?
How many of them admit it to themselves?
How many of them are not wankers?
How many people know as much as I do now about stained glass windows?
How many people want their world rocked by new love?
How many people have a secret identity?
How many people will think about me today?
How many people walking around town right now will eventually make their way into my life?
