after the rain, momentarily, pavements are refreshed of the vomit, urine, and excrement and the world looks almost shiny and desirable. it almost makes it seem as if life is worth living. but the blue sky is ephemeral.
of course this part of the city is a cesspool, because we the citizens believe that it is okay for lots of people to sleep on the concrete without any access to sanitary facilities, much less warmth, clothing, medical care or food.
so who is the crazy city person?
the one who talks to themselves while sitting on a piece of filthy cardboard at the curb, or those of us who think it is okay to allow this to happen to people?
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