Robots for colds? perhaps
I can’t stand not knowing something. I guess that’s called curiosity.
It is almost as if I could just figure out the logo, everything would be right in my life.
Crying in public is such a New York behavior. Never before have I witnessed people silently weeping walking down the streets, sitting on stoops, or waiting on the train. But where should we cry? Us, the broken-hearted, the stressed, the angered, the confused. Shuffled from home to work in such a public way, there is so little privacy. New Yorkers build little invisible walls between themselves and the world. We carry them out the door and into crowded streets and trains. These little empty walls allow us to be so open, but also maintain our public privacy.