The juxtaposition of the city and the country can be jarring.
Today I saw two homelss dudes fighting over a backpack. The alpha won, as they do, he opened the bag and dumped out the contents on the sidewalk. He picked through it, took what he wanted, and simply walked away.
All the cool stuff happens where the big buildings are.
A few hours later, I passed a huge piece of property,fenced in, grass growing a bit tall.
Two horses stood side by side, grazing. All this open room, all this land to exist on, but they wanted to be together. They enjoyed the comfort of the kindred.
“even the beasts of the field cleave together”
Apples and oranges.
Comparing the homeless to animals living the good life, but still.
jarring.
If the point of Dostoevsky is that every man has a god-given right to believe that 2+2=5, then I can compare homeless to animals. Shit,,, I’ll compare whatever I want
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