We linger in the huge fish market, watching gentlemen stand by a stall, eating raw sea urchins from the shell.
They must ask permission to sit, stand, eat and speak.
No medical breakthroughs to explain the goose bumps and throat lumps we develop when our baby first pulls himself to a stand, eats solid food, says "Dada," or marches in his high school graduation.
She leaves, dates one jerk after another, moves in with a sister she can't stand, eats humble pie, takes multiple jobs, travels from city to city, runs out of money and even gets arrested.
Mahdi fighters stood eating bright green frozen pops on a corner close to the American controlled zone.
Things changed and unchanged, and not only in abstract ways.This young man, yellow pants, undershirt, stands eating from a garbage bin, patches of iceon the East River esplanade.
During breaks, he spoke about what the local could do for workers, as they stood eating amid the mounds of garbage.
Soon the room was full, a party for the local election, but before any talk of politics we all stood eating a soft, thick bean stew with thimble-like pasta, from plastic plates that drooped slightly.
A few years ago, after I interviewed Uematsu for a magazine, we stood eating cucumber sandwiches in a hotel lobby when he pulled a CD:R of tracks from his side-project band The Black Mages (the band played arranged rock versions of his Final Fantasy compositions – the music's where the real fight takes place), and slotted it into my hand.
