There you go, watch TV, and tell me don't you agree, life is fine with complacency. Come on now folks, step right up. Ladies and gentleman, girls and boys, the real world, it beckons you. For Mr. Burra Man walks rapidly down West 42 nd street. Heading towards Broadway, his footsteps rise and fall in rapid crescendo.
Cars wail plaintively to one and other across the city night.
The ambiguity is only heightened by the personae. Fedora tilted forward, covers the eyes. Collar flipped up, hides the face. Wind blows quietly through Bryant Park. Nothing to see, nothing to hear.