There is a man with a long face and figure -- like he stepped out of El Greco.
He does counterclockwise loops around the Park: at all hours of the day. His expression, his outfit, his pace, are constants. He leans forward slightly when he walks.
He has big round eyeglasses that remind me of an early drawing of my sister's, in which she taped two thin blue rubber bands around the eyes of the creature she'd drawn.
The kind of rubber bands that hold a bunch of scallions together.
