In walking over 15,000 daily New York City steps one comes across many odds and ends. You come across all sorts of characters and situations. As such, you always have to be on your toes. You always need to scan ahead. And, sometimes you come across an object that gets you thinking about an origin story. Those are all the rage these days in popular culture, afterall.
This morning I was hurredly walking to work. I was running about 11 minutes late. Yes, I have everything timed out. Although I was running behind, I stopped for a few seconds when I came across this old beaten up bike. It was lying there discarded having been used up. Starting to merge with the surrounding grass. I wondered if it still had a few joyrneys left in it and whether its owner would come back for it.
As I looked at the bike, I knew that I was thinking about more than just that bike. I was thinking about the broken people in my orbit and how they needed reassembly and to be picked up.