A shaking man who is older than his years squats on the street corner yelling at nothing or maybe at everything.
A young couple done up in designer coats with lattes in hand and their baby in its designer stroller give him a wide berth and wait at the crosswalk.
A trio of biking commuters in creased pants and blazers on their hybrid bikes wait for the light to change while their Timbuktu cases hang from their shoulders.
A line of high-end cars idle at the stoplight with anxious drivers in a hurry to get to the next light and wait some more.
The man is still yelling on the corner.
I sit on the bus and feel the juxtapositions of city life criss-crossing like the veins under my skin.