On a cold winter’s day a couple of weeks ago, The Leopard
and his two cubs were strolling on the streets of Harlem when, stopping
at traffic light, I spotted an elderly homeless woman, dressed in mounds of
rags shouting directly into one of those 9 1/2 foot futuristic kiosks you see on
many street corners in NYC these days. They were made to replace payphones and
provide wi fi service, and are charging stations for cell phones.
These metal totems bring to mind the obelisks seen in Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey, - only equipped with large, brightly lit touch screens featuring colorful graphics – maps and neighborhood info. Also there’s a red panic button installed with an intercom so that pedestrians can call in emergencies via 911 from the street.
As we waited for the long stoplight, I couldn’t help but listen to this lady loudly exclaiming into the kiosk all manner of grievances: first, New York and how filthy it is; how she hated all manner of people who live here and such; and how much in particular she hates her son-in law, her ex-husband, and how much her family in general never appreciated her; also, how she was in the FBI and the CIA and she will soon be revealing to the world secret missions she was sent on by George Bush in the early 2000’s.
As far as I could tell, the person on the other end of the conversation (if there was one) did not respond to her complaints.
I glanced back at a traffic cop who was about to wave us across the street. She smiled. “She does that every day. Just shouts into that thing for hours about all kinds of stuff.”
“I kind of look forward to it a little, now. Helps break up the monotony.”
These metal totems bring to mind the obelisks seen in Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey, - only equipped with large, brightly lit touch screens featuring colorful graphics – maps and neighborhood info. Also there’s a red panic button installed with an intercom so that pedestrians can call in emergencies via 911 from the street.
As we waited for the long stoplight, I couldn’t help but listen to this lady loudly exclaiming into the kiosk all manner of grievances: first, New York and how filthy it is; how she hated all manner of people who live here and such; and how much in particular she hates her son-in law, her ex-husband, and how much her family in general never appreciated her; also, how she was in the FBI and the CIA and she will soon be revealing to the world secret missions she was sent on by George Bush in the early 2000’s.
As far as I could tell, the person on the other end of the conversation (if there was one) did not respond to her complaints.
I glanced back at a traffic cop who was about to wave us across the street. She smiled. “She does that every day. Just shouts into that thing for hours about all kinds of stuff.”
“I kind of look forward to it a little, now. Helps break up the monotony.”
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