Toasted Bagels with Butter
Chapter 2: The Pedestrian The city was another world by daylight. Before lunch, K. had given away all his free papers, the stack lightening in his arms until his hands felt empty, as if he had been holding nothing but air. He decided to continue walking up Second Avenue. It was a beautiful day in New York City, warm for October—a late summer that refused to yield to the coming Winter. The air smelled of roasted nuts and bus exhaust, a pleasant—and legal—high. It seemed everyone on the street was smiling—even friendly—ready with directions, while he was just having fun, window shopping and looking around. Walking, walking, just walking and looking around. A good, sturdy pair of walking shoes are essential, K. thought, looking down at his sneakers. Maybe it's time for a new pair, he thought, searching the store windows. The avenue stretched before him like an endless ribbon. It reminded him of the story of the guy who always returned to the same spot—no matter how far he traveled. “...