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see him... he leaves a five dollar bill. He has nothing smaller. “You<br />
owe me some change, man.”<br />
Where to go now? A midweek holiday, a city to play in, and<br />
he stands for minutes, like one of those sculptures he’s read about,<br />
normal-people-type statues: a woman sitting on a bench, a man<br />
hailing a cab, that people sometimes took to be real, spoke to and<br />
waited for an answer....<br />
Where to go now?<br />
He soon finds out (and it’s strangely amusing) that nothing’s<br />
open. Well, he can fix that with a rock or a garbage can. The<br />
thought seems to free him: he spreads his feet, puts a hand on his<br />
hip, and looks at the world he owns now. Everything he wants is<br />
his... and he was worried about five damned dollars?<br />
Tommy walks for half a block looking in store windows,<br />
crossing the street to look, then back. Food, books, eyeglasses,<br />
clothes... anything he wants, blandly available.<br />
What the hell happened here? Where has everybody gone?<br />
And why hasn't it happened (whatever it is) to him? In some ways,<br />
it's more frightening that whatever happened—hasn’t happened to<br />
him. The feeling that he’s been spared, and the feeling that he's<br />
been left behind, are tangled together and wound around him.<br />
The echo of a childhood ritual comes to him: I am not worthy.<br />
Worthy of what? This isn’t hell. New York crowded is more<br />
hellish that New York empty. This is unsettling because it isn’t<br />
what he is used to, and people, however they may crowd you in,<br />
may please you or anger you... are part of what gives you purpose<br />
in life. Not that his life has been gushing with purpose, but now...<br />
What does he do? “Hell of a time to realize this,” he whispers to<br />
himself, and then walks into the middle of the street and shouts,<br />
“Hello!”<br />
Nothing but echo, tall buildings and empty sky.<br />
On holiday mornings, or late at night, he’s seen a street like<br />
this sometimes, so empty that it doesn't even seem haunted. But<br />
then a car glides by, graceful as a predator, or he looks up and sees<br />
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