gothwalk | (no subject)

I'm not sure what to make of this... this morning, I was peacefully sitting in Tara Street station, waiting for the train to take me to Dun Laoghaire, reading Wizard of the Pigeons. I was sitting on the ground, since all the seats were occupied. An old guy, scruffy, in non-descript colours, lots of grey-brown beard, was making his way along the platform, stopping and muttering at people. As he came nearer, I could hear a few people's replies, although not what he was saying. He was shaking his head after each reply. Most said "I don't know", one said "Money", and another, "God". He got to me, crouched beside me and asked, in very low tones: "What's the most important thing?". I blinked a bit, and turned the book over on my lap, and then said "Love". He grinned and looked at the book. "That's right," he said "Love. Wizard. Yer the Wizard of Duke Street, you are!". And stood up and strode away down the platform, leaving me still blinking.