A man was walking back and forth outside of Starbucks in Kansas City, MO, for the whole hour I sat there, watching. He carried two plastic bags, spoke to no one, and no one spoke to him. It was morning, and the St. John store across the street was closed. He only walked as far as the does in the video. Most of the time, he stood by the potted plant, next to the ramp that leads to the Starbucks patio, where people came and went.
My conscious now berates me for not having said hello, but I was playing a role. It was as if I were invisible, making myself known through other people, people who felt invisible, too. I was a documenter. And if given the chance, yes, I would have documented his life. But I hadn’t the time or resources to talk with, meet, and follow him. All I had was his reflection in a high-end retail store on a Monday morning.
Is The Message 