on my way back home today i saw a man in rugged clothing selling roses as the cars stopped in traffic. he walked between the cars, with a bouquet in either arm – speaking in Turkish – or rather, calling – perhaps saying something along the lines of how beautiful the roses are – or reminding those who celebrate tomorrow about a last minute gift – or even changing the minds of those who don’t celebrate tomorrow, to a mind that pleases their lover and spouse. i thought to take my phone out and picture him, but the bus moved too fast to capture such poetic image. of a man, selling love to lovers. away from all intellectual discourse – here is a man, bribing lovers with a flower to feed his children. here was a man, depending on love – if just for the one day – to pocket a weekend treat for his wife – here was a man, placing his trust in an emotion so strong – so fickle – to stay alive.