Siddhartha
http://www.onbeing.org/blog/postcard-for-hanukkah-the-third-night-in-equal-circles/7134
Some years ago a beautiful Malaysian woman introduced me to her friend Siddhartha. We all became friends, and would eat dosas in Jackson Heights and listen to Siddhartha. He’s the kind of person who vanishes. After a while he did. Two months ago he messaged me: I have something to say. Can I come for coffee tomorrow morning at nine? Sure I said but Siddhartha did not appear. Yesterday early morning I saw him on the subway platform. “I’m going to a Franz Fanon movie about oppression and there’s only one showing,” he said. “What about Birdman?” I asked. “No more movies about white man’s oppression,” he said.