All through the nights sounds drift up from the street as if the speakers and walkers are doing so at the foot of our bed. We hear fill conversations--even whispered ones, murmurs of laughter, sighs even in all this silence. This isn't to say there're many people out... hardly any, that's why the ones that are are so audible. That and the no traffic besides busses and ambulances. And I don't grudge the ones who are out--the NYC emergency billets have asked people to take their outdoor time at odd hours to reduce contact.
A few of the conversations from the past few nights--
a woman across the street: "You got pot?"
very confusedly, man on our side of street: "What???"
--"YOU GOT WEED?"
--"What!! No!!"
a solitary man in a low phone conversation: "I just smoke weed so I don't smoke cigarettes."
People talk about stuff besides weed. Just not these last few nights.
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