I have been trying to describe people artfully when I pass them on the street. Like a writing exercise, at a time when I couldn’t possibly be writing. Is this worthwhile? Or just a good way to potentially step in poo because I am not paying attention to what’s in front of me?
There is a group of people who stand on the corner near Duane Reade. They look like they just stumbled out of the nearest methadone clinic. They stand like marionettes. You could pluck a string and their limbs would jangle. This might be more evocative in context.