Walked today from Tipp Hill to Carousel.
The angry cars snowbanks slush melted snow sidewalkless paths.
Footprints of the poor and young and old (me).
Not so much the human stain as cats and their piss making a mess of the once-pristine.
The army of cars zooms at you, if you're on the left, facing your threats head-on.
Drivers driven and grim. Some even seem to angle toward you, just for spite.
I got a loud "FUCK YOU!" angrily hurled at me from an open car window on Hiawatha Boulevard.
Now why is that?
What did I do?
"I'm walkin' heah" as Ratso Rizzo put it.
I concluded it's all perspective such as when you're in a car you come upon the pedestrian so fast then gone bang bang no time for reflection while the walker sees it in slow motion as it were.
A matter of regard, regard as in the French version or the America too, meaning:
So a walker is literally disregarded.
You are pretty much invisible.
And there's no time anyway.
"He didn't notice that the lights had changed"
To sunset step by step regarding self
(I even played Sisyphus scurrying up an incline near Lord & Taylor like the claws of a scraggling crab.)