magneto.

i am a magnet for crazy. okay, so is everyone else who lives in our fair city. but i've been getting more than i usually do of late. there was the guy on the subway, who rocked and muttered incessantly, who insisted on sitting right next to me on a mostly empty train. there was the quiet man who replaced the mutterer once he'd reached his stop, who kept looking at his hands and weeping silently between bouts of clawing his face. there was the man who sat in the gutter making faces of extreme pain, but who beamed happily when refusing my offer of help. and yesterday, there was the woman who sang miscellaneous snippets of opera on the train; these mini-arias had clearly replaced normal speech in her world.

these are just the ones i've seen in the last two days.

i tell you, a magnet for crazy. there is no moral to the story, except to say that i suspect that the universe has just remembered that i'd had a good nine months of no crazy, and felt the need to make up for it all at once. either that, or it just needed a good laugh. either way. i'll take a glut of harmless crazy over one creepy one any day.

in other news, i had a moment of delight yesterday, seeing that someone in the building where i had a meeting had tacked up a card that i'd designed--for a different client. it was exciting; i so rarely see my work once it's been released into the wild!