Looking north out of the Starbucks, across the southwest corner of the intersection of
Three thirty-ish, Sunday the 21st of January.
Five minutes pass before a man walks east up
Glancing back at the newspaper stand after the bus drives off to the east one can see the man has left one of his shirts on his impromptu clothes rack.
Ten minutes or so pass before two men with a dog can be seen in the distance walking south on
The men turn around, bumming a pair of cigarettes from another traveler at the intersection before returning north on
Twenty minutes pass before a woman hurries by, chatting on her mobile phone, oblivious to her surroundings. The newspaper stand is not there. Minutes drag by before a man passes. His head turns in acknowledgement as he passes the stand, simply aware of his surroundings or perhaps thinking it yet another unnecessary eye sore in a cluttered urban setting. People pass but no visionaries.