What is it like when your ego fills the room faster than your fan club? What are the sociopathic qualities that inhabit the spaces just behind our eyeballs? What will it take to compel us to turn off the computer and put our cigarettes out on the desk. Why is it that we continue to outthink ourselves when we’re not careful and disciplined?
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I ran past your houselessness this morning and embraced your humanity. I did it silently and I wish I hadn’t. I don’t know what I would have said and I don’t need to. I saw you and you saw me and for a moment in that space we were equal in our heartbeats.
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I passed my own existence along the river and thought about the sadness and the selflessness. I saw several people downtown with spray cans and bright yellow vests. I saw the sidewalk cracks and the folks carrying sacks. I saw the river twice and all the brick buildings along its banks. The stairs went up. The gutters went down. The family with the three kids in red sweaters ran around.
Tackle.
Tackle.
Tackle.