Among the found treasures of the Internet: this note, passed by hand to a stranger who posted it about two weeks ago. It went to the top five posts of the day on popurls.com, a site aggregator I check almost daily. The person who posted this note said the source of the note — its writer, probably — was a homeless guy she or he met on the subway in New York.
I believe it.
“he is in toronto, working for who we believe to be us“. Only the mind that is sincerely half there could compose a line like that. Everyone else, and I mean every single other one of us, is too present to write it — or trying to seem so.
I know that none of this is personal. At the same time, looking at this note feels kind of like looking up symptoms you think you have, also on the Internet: soon you find something that sounds like you in everything you see, and not in a good way.
But the note resonates with me. If only because I think a long term village might be, in fact, necessary.