There is a look I have learned to recognize over the last few months — the look of intense concentration that masks complete disorientation. It’s the look of having had the ground kicked right out from right under your feet. A month ago you were an adult living your own life — it was difficult, but it was familiar — and now you are taking 15 minutes to order food, because nothing makes sense anymore. I found myself in New York City recently with two such men, and we had wandered into a kosher-vegan joint with a menu so convoluted it reminded them once again how far they were from home.
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