Poverty. Best not to think about it.
This morning in London.
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Extraordinary? No.
Sad? Only if you think about it. About who she is, what she’s dreaming of, how she got there.
So, probably best not to think about it.

Bastard Londoners.
I don’t understand how people can just walk by someone on the street like that…
Maybe I’m living in madutopiaworld; but as long as I’m not in a crazyrush and the person isn’t obviously an addict of some kind and beyond my help, I’ll stop and talk to them. Simple things make all the difference… getting them a coffee or food or helping them get in a shelter if possible.
All of those walking-on-by bastards make me so very angry at the 21st century.