flat tire.

18 Oct

– “i got a flat tire on my bike.”

– “damn, the bushwick roads are filled with holes. …if one can say it like that.”

-“in my native language the word for “tire” and “soul” is the same. it felt like oops i lost my soul in that hole on Knickerbocker Ave. ”

– “i know what you mean. i feel this spiritual connection with my bike. like it’s a piece of me. expression of my being. my bike is sad when i’m sad and cheerful when i’m happy.”

– “it was strange watching getting my soul back in a bike repair shop.”


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