I stumbled upon this photo and I thought “how will I EVER find a book passage to go along with that.” Opened the book. BANG BANG!
He felt the street around him, unremitting, people moving past each other in coded moments of gesture and dance. They tried to walk without breaking stride because breaking stride is well-meaning and weak but they were forced sometimes to sidestep and even pause and they almost always averted their eyes. Eye contact was a delicate matter. A quarter second of a shared glance was a violation of agreements that made the city operational. Who steps aside for whom, who looks or does not look at whom, what level of umbrage does a brush or a touch constitute? No one wanted to be touched. There was a pact of untouchability. Even here, in the huddle of old cultures, tactile and close-woven, with passersby mixed in, and security guards, and shoppers pressed to windows, and wandering fools, people did not touch each other.
Is that fantastic, or is that fantastic? What a beautiful excerpt.
I hope you do not spend the weekend walking sadly down the non-touching streets like Eric Packer. Make eye contact, would you? And enjoy! 🙂