On Friday evenings after work,
while walking to the Subway station,
brushing aside pangs of anxiousness,
I stand outside the Rockefeller,
and look at the people
looking at the famous X-Mas tree.
It’s a swarm of selfie sticks.
At every step,
I hesitate.
I wouldn’t want to ruin
anyone’s holiday picture;
“Who’s that in the background?”
It would be a minor shame.
I am not exactly a festive scene.
