giant

staring out the window, you - an awkwardly tall, thin young Chinese man, in clothes that tell me you haven't fully integrated into the world that you'd now found yourself in. I had to stop and stare, even taking a seat on the curb across from your window, watching as you'd stared out at the non-stop stream of traffic on a busy 19th avenue. i imagined your brain processing this new place, examining the traffic, the people that it was made up, for an opening with which you could jump in to, a space that would allow you to take part, to work, to commute, shop, participate aside all of the rest of those driving by your window.