On the street today there sat the abandoned remains of Hemingway. He lay, self-contained in the modern revival of his ink to parchment. I thought it funny to come across his words when there was not a cloud in the sky. I only hope I can sneak Hemingway to his new library before he notices because I have yet to purchase an umbrella in this fair city.
Whenever I’m in a new city I find that all the people I come across remind me of someone I know. Today I saw many people I knew but I didn’t know them. I wondered to myself if it would be weird to go up to one of them and tell them that I sorta knew them. Maybe that would be a good way to get to know people. But then I would get all my friends confused because they would all start to look the same.
Perhaps this isn’t the best idea.
This also reminds me of the time I was in the National Portrait Gallery and I saw a friend of mine in a painting from the 1800s. In the painting, he was a farmer holding pumpkins. So I know this sort of thing has been around for a long time.
I also have found people by googling random things and stumbled across familiar faces.
Perhaps there is a rotation of approximately a few thousand people in this world but when they have different hair cuts and clothing they seem to look different. If you see my others frantically wave hello like you know them. I think they will appreciate it.