Being a public transportation commuter, I get to see all of the hot, happening fashion trends before you do (unless you are a public transportation commuter yourself, or you’re Steven Cojocaru in which case, I’ll say “hi Cojo”). Today, I saw a new version of an old theme: the T-shirt as hat.

I was pacing the platform when I saw him: a young man wearing sagging jeans, a t-shirt, a big belt, black Adidas and a t-shirt on his head. I’m not talking like he had put the sleeve over his head as if it were the band of a hat; it was just flopped on there and looked like a collapsed French baker’s hat. The hat (or T-shirt) obscured most of his head, under which, he was picking his nose.

At first I thought he had just come up with an intelligent way to shroud his activites from polite society, but once he was done with the digging, he kept the t-shirt in place. In fact, as he pimp-limped onto the train, the t-shirt stayed perfectly in place.

Sometimes life is a tableau. Sometimes you’re an actor. Occasionally, you’re the author. Enjoy the view. Meaning flees your grasp like a gnat on a hot day. You’re slow. It is fast.