Thursday, March 21, 2013

In Squalor and Filth

Society & Culture

Our responsibility. Our shame. Our crime. Can this be happening in our civilized world?  Their presence, their smell, their deplorable condition point an accusing finger at us. But this no longer seems to matter. We have become inured to their increasing presence. They are mere nuisances, sitting where we are supposed to sit, disturbing our commute with their smells, interrupting our reveries with their requests for spare change. Our consciences have become numbed. We do not see them any more. They have become invisible to us; they are the invisible people. And instead of running to their aid we run away from them because, like the one in the photo, we find them nauseatingly unbearable.

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