I am. moved. in the city with commotion. with pace and regret and misunderstanding. also comfort. not for me. not for most. but life, living and hope for hope and betterment. I don’t understand pleasure as a truth in the city. but I also don’t understand updrafts. confusion. needed. mislead and conceited. today we sat in a crowded crown of thousands and watched out of date airplanes fly in formation, people gawked at the sky and each other and the continuous sirens of the lower east side. gathered for the reminder and thanks to those who have fallen but so distracted from why and where. a “bum” asking for change(coins, yes, but surely more) pushed aside as a disturbance. I am disturbed. why? aren’t you?