Saturday, March 9, 2013

Downtown, Thursday, 8:45 a.m.

People of myriad personalities and appearance cross my path 
every day I am downtown. Many are focused on their path to work,
too busy to pay attention to what is around them.
For others, being downtown appears to be their work
and their social life, an existence for which they have formed
personas that will help them get through days with no purpose, no work.

While for many people Indy is a place to achieve dreams of  a career,
a nice house and the means to support their family,
for too many others it is a place of dreams not merely deferred,
but somehow gone entirely awry.


dive said...

Yup, the American Dream is only dreamed by the one percent these days.
Having said that, you gotta love the radical fashion statement of the guy on the right. Straight off the Paris catwalk! Awesome.

Speedway said...

Yep. Gone. I don't know whether to "dream" really big and see where I land, or to take it in steps, a little more of a goal each time. I remember Alistair Cooks saying that to assume the "American Dream" is the provenance of only Americans is chauvinistic, that people the world over want a home for themselves and families, food in their bellies, and clothes on their backs. Only we seem to have sloganized and institutionalized it.