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.