David Berthy Posts

There’s an elderly, hunched-over woman who emerges daily from the building across the street and sweeps the sidewalk for hours--even when it appears devoid of debris. I’ve often felt sorry for her, especially on days like today, when I see the leaves dropping in wet clumps. For the sake of symmetry, it’s pleasing to think the woman occasionally wonders what I do in my office all day, but in truth I’ve never once seen her look up. My preference is usually for older music, but for the last week or so I’ve been listening to this hastily assembled mini-mix of mostly downbeat newish songs over and over. Playing beneath it, my neighbor’s broom scrapes sound like drum brushes.

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