On being good

My faith in humanity has been completely and irrevocably restored. Thank you, little nepalese man.

After 24 hours of kicking myself and bad dreams, the sun shines and cool breeze blows and hair glows and other such lovely things happen. In 24 hours I have been both the benefactor and recipient.

On a related note, this is to the podgy old man who was lying motionless on Grand Street and his wife whose front teeth were knocked off. I hope you are safe and the ballet your son wrote was well-reviewed. Thank you for being astounded by our goodness. I was repaid handsomely.

Déjà vu

Shiny clothes make me sick
Laughing faces make me weep
Mother, today on me do not pick
Mother, please put me to sleep.