Pedestrian Stuck, Killed in Williamsburg
After an accident, disintegration follows - much like the tail of a comet when it falls through the Earth’s atmosphere. A death - the worst thing imaginable! the absolute end! - that is soon reduced to the banality of a traffic report, a speed bump hindering an otherwise smooth commute.
I rode past this crime scene on my way to work this morning. The street - and its adjacent bike path - were blocked by caution tape. Approaching cars were redirected, many of the drivers honked in frustration. Pedestrians crowded the sidewalk, careful not to get too close. I took a pause when I looked over my shoulder at the crime scene. I saw the [male] victim’s body under the white sheet, the flairs on the ground like makeshift votive candles. All around him sat gridlocked, huffing drivers, hinting at the funeral procession to come.
