the smell of weed.
the shoes, put up on the wire. in order to delimit the area of influence.
two men holding their hands with joy.
two women, kissing each other with passion.
the man at the subway station, holding some green leaves and asking me if i find this gift as a proper gift. because he intends to give this to his girlfriend, as a bouquet, but also as a food (she is supposed to prepare a salad from these leaves)
the two women trying hard to keep their balance in the subway. one of them repeating: we are not ok. the other, answering: oh, yes, we certainly are. but then losing the balance again and again.
ordinary things in ny
