The vibrancy of wrinkles. Tanned skin weathered with wisdom. Here is one man, in New Balance shoes, reading briskly through a floppy paperback with ivory lapels. Paying the appropriate amount of mind to the slow, stuttering shuffle both before and behind him. Even unto twilight, his learning continues to occur. Here is a woman, well-coifed silver, mouth faintly classy with lipstick. Perhaps she disapproves with an experienced eye, her head shaking from side-to-side in an almost imperceptible "no". Maybe it's a nervous tic she's had her whole life. Or maybe it's the first stages of Parkinsons. And yet, all of that vanishes when she smiles. And here is another. A man sitting with a quiet dignity. Slightly frayed baseball cap crowning a thinning white halo. He watches the people in a way that's familiar. Back straight. Eyes flowing slowly across the crowds.
Here is the juxtaposition of our society, laid bare. Countless zombies with downturned eyes riveted on gaudy rectangles. Floating through an imagined infinity. And these people, these paragons of living-- with so much to impart, but no one to teach-- still present and grateful and alive.
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