Inertia

Inertia.  Of habits, of words, of gestures, of expectations, of time.  I may think that it's about stepping into the inertia of others, but really it is my own.  There is a lot of it in the city.  Somebody throws a ball and another is left scrambling for it, tossing helter skelter to yet another.  It piles up over the course of a day, week, month, year.  Neck ties in a flurry, umbrellas competing for space, boots covered in salt, the heat of one body adding to the heat of another in a crowded subway car.  Where does another person stop and where do I begin?