Gravedigger
Anxiety and the NYC subway culture. Riders are being less respectful of one another and preconceived emotions are all the voice and less the fact. The overwhelming reality temperature of the trots of people are that of exasperation and exhaustion. Here I am faced with Otto who by appearance remains unsettling and fractionally impending, yet when taken as a valid entity is just trying to get to his destination in life, an embalmer, Yes, an embalmer. His focus and overbearing facial hair are off-putting and without comfort. Oliver stands his ground as I remain an obstacle in his destination. He is aware of his aura and his emotional impact yet upon lose dialog proceeds to inquire as to my purpose. Brief and poignant is our banter as our introduction hastens to conclusion. "I am an artist and you inspire me to say hello", Otto breaths heavily, looks me up and down, professing that I might be best prepared for the eventual encounter of those less stable in their focus and intention. Thank you sir.