the contrast couldn’t be more any obvious. the way the city treats dogs and kids is the exact opposite of how it treats the old ones. every single day, i see a nearly departed hunched over a trash can looking for whatever it could scavenged. some have this little trollies, other just have a few pages of newspaper to cover their finds for a little fucking dignity. it is sad. but sadder is the fact that everyone pretends this is normal. and, i bet, if ever i get the courage to ask them if they need help, they will give me the middle finger fanfare and the fuck you felicitation. as gian would say, it makes baby jesus cry.
