My Lonley Heart

I really enjoy listening to this guy playing in the subway. He is on the uptown side of the spring street station (green line), pretty much every time I have been there in the past few years. I love his dilapidated old guitar and the way he pauses for trains, completely unselfconsciously. And I really love the way he truly doesn’t seem to care about whether anyone is listening or not. I guess the thing I love most is the plaintive longing in his love songs. I suppose it really strikes a chord partly because I am always missing Charlotte so much while I am away.