In San Francisco I was ignored or harassed as homeless when I got the pins and needles and sat in half lotus or lied down in the street.
In Los Angeles, the sidewalk was so dirty and full of glass that I wouldn’t lie down, but I huddled shirtless on the curb and no one paid me any notice.
In New York, as soon as I feel the symptoms coming on I have been popping out of the studio to sit on the sidewalk. The studio is in the prime Chelsea art district. When I sit in half lotus in front of gallery row, people slow and look. They are mostly wondering why a man in a t-shirt is sitting in a yoga pose in 30 degree weather. But some of them stop dead in their tracks, and contemplate me… AS IF I WERE A WORK OF ART! I swear someone almost reached for their camera.
i used to do sit still and see if people poke me performances. try draping yourself in cheesecloth.