There's something authentic about the
street. Not stereotypically authentic in the way that you hear
people say “the streets are real, man.” What happens on the
streets are unique. Something different happens every single day; no
day, no hour, no minute on the streets is the same.
The streets have a unique aura. The
people you see, the smells you smell, the sound you hear, they are
all unique to that second in that moment of time, like Walter
Benjamin's “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction.”
As I sit and observe for the third day
in a row, I notice a similar man in a similar outfit cross the
street. Maybe you can say that this is the same thing that happened
yesterday or the day before. But if you pay attention to the little
details, you'll notice that on this day, this man has an aura that
unique to him.
Today his tie is green instead of the
dark violet that it was yesterday.
Today he has to sit and wait until he
is able to cross the street, having a close encounter with a car that
just got a little too close.
Today, he just isn't the same. Nothing
is the same. All we have to do is just look at things differently.
Look differently, think differently.
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