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The other day I was walking down the sidewalk enjoying the beautiful spring weather. The beat of the city pulses through the streets. We're the blood in this concrete body.
The blood pumps strongly here. The sidewalks are rarely empty. They have their own sub-civilization. They have their own rules and pecking order.
The homeless are ghosts, sometimes they pester the regs like poltergiests, but in general they're a harmless annoyance. Their entire existance is a laconic dance of self destruction. If you listen closely you can almost hear them collapsing in on themselves. Entropic anomalies......