Friday, May 15, 2009

A Chandelier in Pieces

I was driving home from work the other day and I saw a guy walking up Sandy carrying a chandelier.  It wasn't a fancy chandelier, it was the kind you might find in any upper middle class living room of a house built circa 1990.  

He was carrying it by the chain, letting it dangle from his hand, and he did not look very happy for a guy who was carrying a chandelier.  In fact, he looked downright tragic.  He appeared to be in the latter half of middle age, with a white unkempt beard, a faded flannel shirt, and ratty jeans.  I figured he was probably homeless and wondered where he was going with the chandelier.

The next day I saw the same guy at the same time on the same stretch of Sandy, only this time he was not carrying a chandelier.  He had the same blank, worn out expression, the same white beard, the same ratty jeans, and the same faded flannel shirt, only this time the flannel shirt was buttoned up instead of flapping open in the wind.

His expression didn't look any different from the day before when he had a chandelier, which was almost more disturbing than if there had been a significant difference.

Either way, he looked desperate, broken and alone.

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