i saw a woman on the street the other day, very old, weak, haggard, bent with age and with cataracts in both eyes... she was begging on the road, being pushed around among the pedestrians, eating newspaper because she was hungry ....
i saw a frail man dressed in rags , almost concious, being held by two other men, one man at each arm, being dragged across the road, with both knees scraping the ground, producing a slight trail of blood behind him... and people walked and drove over his blood as though it were dust...
i saw three men heave a large log of wood onto a vehicle and drive it towards the timber market... debating a price to put on a dead piece of a living tree that they killed...
i thought about misery for hours... i wondered why certain things happen, why certain things make sense to people... i wanted it to change, i wanted to change it... i felt small, very unresourceful, helpless...
then, i changed somewhere....
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