Last Thursday night, I came upon this man eating in the Bank of America ATM near 18th street and Broadway, struck by how expressive everything about him was, though you could barely see his face. Then, a few doors down, I saw this young woman eating something in Jamba Juice, surrounded by flourescence and plastic chairs and fruit glistening in bright colored frames. It was interesting to see these people so close together, looking so lonely and isolated, doing the exact same thing. I thought why can't we just get them together to share a meal? Two Americans, like so many of us, eating dinner alone.
