I notice that I do not smile anymore.

I am attempting to be small. To show as little of myself as possible to the man on the street.

Myself is friction. I do not enjoy daily friction.

When an entire city is too estranged, too different.

But I knew.

I simply minimize contact with these people. These people who do not know me but do not care to know.

I am tired.

Being back in familiar space with familiar faces will rejuvenate me. Perhaps bring back the smile I am known for. The eccentricity.

How can I provide a light to others when I have none inside?

That’s a path to extinction.

Wishful thinking.