Sisyphus on Broadway
Hard to imagine the wearying life of this elderly woman. Her whole day, every day (I guess), is spent moving ‘home’. I watched as she gradually made her way along Broadway. First pushing one trolly of her belongings a few yards up the road, parking it carefully, then going back for another, then another, then another, plus the added pain of dragging an assortment of tatty plastic bags, old coats, blankets etc until her worldly goods were lined up again a short distance away. Then she began the whole process once more. This almost Sisyphean task repeated itself over and over. Where she was heading can only be guessed at, the intensity and obsessional dedication to her task was heartbreaking. A few blocks away, Times Square rattles to the sound of cash registers as tourists throw dollars around like confetti, neon signs battle each other for fresh trade, every street corner heaves with vendors offering something that you cannot live without (possibly?). While ‘The Crossroads of the World’ is awash with wide eyed dreams and excited anticipation, quietly and interminably, she continues her journey. Welcome to New York.