I must admit that I’ve become concerned.
It is 6:52. I am
moments, and blocks, from the beginning of a new work week, a fact that is not
lost on my iPod, which responds by playing a requiem by Mozart.
The bus pauses in front of the Minneapolis Central Library, as a bus will do.
A grand structure known for floors upon floors of books for
the borrowing, long lines of children in matching tee-shirts giggling their way
through an online dictionary in search of multi-syllabic words for “fart”, and sketchy
dudes sprawled on the front steps, the Minneapolis library is near a bus stop.
I turn from my seat, toward the double doors leading into
the library and see what I have seen every day for the last two weeks.
Stock still, his back to the street, a man stands perhaps
two feet from the library’s entrance, leg akimbo, arms hanging heavy at this
sides. He is wearing more articles of
clothing than is necessary for June in Minneapolis.
I stare at his back, willing him to move.
He does not.
He is waiting.
But what is he waiting for?
For its opening, in three hours?
For a “sign”?
For someone to hit “Play”?
Holy Hannah, is
that man stuck on Pause?
He doesn’t move.
He doesn’t scratch himself, check a watch, or shift his
feet.
He is waiting.
But for what?
25 comments:
He's a freak near the bus. Just not ON the bus.
:-) Indigo. You're right.
The Pausers and the Wait-ers are peculiar groups of people, governed by rules the rest of us will never understand. I have nothing against them personally, but do hate when I am stuck behind one at a green light~
It is apparent that you, and the other commenters thus far, have not received "The Memo". Not having received it by now, you are not likely to get it, thus I cannot divulge it's content. I feel bad about that, perhaps a hint..."So long, and thanks for all the fish"
The latest statuary at the MPL?
Has anyone checked his pulse?
Since "Time waits for no man" perhaps he is waiting for time?
Oh you're all in rare form today, aren't you?
:-D
Did you check his I-pod maybe he hit a long long guitar riff. Then again perhaps he has reach his destination and has no further plans.
Hari Om
...either that or you are locked into your own little Groundhog Requiem...
What's he want? "He" is really two Beckett characters, Vladimir and Estragon, in the condensed version of "Godot". He wants nothing. He waits.
:-) I love you people.
Your very own "standing man".
He is living art,albeit starting his day rather early.
Was he REAL??? :)
Attention...that's all he wants. And because of this post he has achieved it; so his work here is done.
From the Crazy Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frank......
Oh, wait. Minneapolis, not Metropolitan
I love a good mystery my imagination is going wild:) B
For death or to be struck by lighting.........ok maybe that is not what he is waiting for but it sounds good doesn't it..........
Or maybe he is too scare to take another step in case he shits his pants...........sorry don't know where that came from
Some questions are better left un-asked.
He's a statue, a modern sculpture to catch your attention...see, it worked!
Thats another million dollars of Tax Payers money well spent on the arts, Im sure the struggling artist who pockets the measly Mill will be very pleased...
Perhaps he's at the point in his therapy where he goes to a building he fears, staying for longer each time, when he has mastered that, the next step would be to enter the building and stay for at least one minute.
Aarrgghh! But intriguing . . .
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