This man was playing "Yesterday" on a mouth organ and gliding through the West End crowd like a ghost. I slowed down and walked alongside him. I accompanied his slow-waltz towards Leicester Square and became vaguely oblivious of the fast-moving swell around us. And I thought I was oblivious to him, although at one point I sensed him wheel slightly away from me when I got too close. He finished his piece with a deliberate flourish and I spoke to him about the song. He smiled and said, "She's gone again. She's gone again". He sounded American. "See you later, right", he said and floated back the way he'd come. I should have stayed to see if he did the same again.
August 17th - Day 121
This man was playing "Yesterday" on a mouth organ and gliding through the West End crowd like a ghost. I slowed down and walked alongside him. I accompanied his slow-waltz towards Leicester Square and became vaguely oblivious of the fast-moving swell around us. And I thought I was oblivious to him, although at one point I sensed him wheel slightly away from me when I got too close. He finished his piece with a deliberate flourish and I spoke to him about the song. He smiled and said, "She's gone again. She's gone again". He sounded American. "See you later, right", he said and floated back the way he'd come. I should have stayed to see if he did the same again.
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