Finding Momentum

With a City like this, calami­ties are bound to hap­pen. A elderly man slips down a nar­row stair­well and dis­lo­cates his hip. Sirens inter­rupt throngs of hun­gry shop­pers as two lad­der trucks rush down the Mar­ket. A red-headed biker car­oms off a dis­tracted SUV, and snaps his col­lar­bone. Blar­ing phones put 911 oper­a­tors on edge. A tod­dler stops to admire the red-metal mon­sters. Around the cor­ner, a girl sizes up a pen­cil skirt through a store window.

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Hun­gry eyes fol­low you over con­crete bridges. To look away from them is to acknowl­edge their power over you. To gaze back into them is to com­pel you into back­break­ing com­pas­sion. Apa­thy, it seems, tries to do both and none at all.