I keep wondering where that kid is in Boston right now. I imagine him talking to someone, even someone in his imagination, looking for a solution. It's so bizarre to see the quiet, empty streets in Watertown, the occasional armored van, bomb units. All day my mind keeps coming back to it.
Someone posted this a little while ago: I loved it. Watching this guy and listening to him talk so calmly while he was floating around made me feel like I was stoned, in a good way.