The Chinese, virgin suicides, and looseleaf notebooks.

I was walking downtown near my old apartment in the E.V. when I took this picture. He was fast asleep snoring in the same manner that I do. I got to thinking that someone like this must hold a lot of secrets. Or so I'd hope. I would see him on 6th then 3rd then in Chinatown then in the Bowery. Always in that same crab position with one hand on his suitcase, always with his eyes closed, always snoring. He's like that old man in "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues." Perhaps he went to college and studied differential cryptanalysis and in 79' read Adi Shamir's "how to keep a secret" and shat his pants because he knew how huge that paper was. This then would surely have made him invest all his time learning everything about algorithms and public key cryptography. Perhaps he got disenchanted by the fact that such epiphanies to security issues lead to more security issues. Perhaps he has been fucked with for years as an immigrant while assholes like me take pictures of him and stare at him wanting answers and making up hypotheticals more in reference to my own hopes than his. Perhaps he's just a man who wants some space and peace of mind...Need to finish reading Charlie's book. Need to find those piles of looseleaf notebooks wrapped in rubberbands that I always meant to give out for Christmas. Need to make a guac mix for a day or two of solace before flights to Los Angeles. This afternoon I was cleaning up some old files from ethics, family and seminar and came across a quote: "The best measure of change in self is the long term effect it has on others that are important to you. If you 'change' and your family does not, then either you have not changed as much as you think you have or you are using a lot of distance to deal with others." (Kerr)...I need to disrupt the system.