2/17/2003

2/17/2003 - 12:00

Not well practiced in speaking English, the taxi driver mumbled something about taking credit cards and threw my bags in the trunk. My head was full of knowledge from a technical seminar in the north-west suburbs of Chicago. It was bleary and slush-begone March a couple of years ago and what I'm feeling today after finding this picture is a lack of connection between others and myself. I went on missions to the mall and to eat but it seems I was autonomous. I usually prefer to socialize just below the radar, so perhaps it was just me. Even on the uneventful plane ride home, nobody even noticed that I was taking snapshots of them.

This lady did look up after the photo and I smiled in acknowledgement, but she looked right through me-sort of scowling, sort of bored. I tried to imagine why she was on the plane across from me; a sick friend or relative, the end of a vacation or a bad buisiness trip. This sad lady in the flying tube across from me had stories to tell that were deep front line of life stories, but she wasn't talking.