On January 20, I logged the following notes:
12:10 PM. Rather than wander in search of ink, I am trying something else. Staying put, here in front of the Amtrak Departures board in Penn Station, and seeing what walks to me.
I have only successfully met 2 of the inked nation in the last 27 days, and I'd like to resume posting more regularly.
I figure, sooner or later, this wintry drought will end.
12:20 A woman walks by with two interlinking gray hearts behind her right ear. I hesitate and decide not to approach her as she walks by. The tattoo didn't speak to me.
12:35 Still nothing. 5 minutes left in my little experiment.
12:36 Ed Hardy baseball cap.
Experiment Fail.
