this being of me pushes his way through crowds of strangers and , in his brain there are these disjointed negative thoughts awry without volition despising the bumptious and boisterous alterity on city busses and water taxis , the slow , doddering and lingering who , as much as the sidewalk merchants and food venders , block sidewalks , especially when texting and talking on telephones , and these motorcycles galore that come all too close to my feet .