There is a feast in my city this weekend. We celebrate SEA DAY. And while ones celebrate, I again saw homeless at the trash containers. It’s just too big in contrast: a festive city and those people at the trash.
What must happen in human choices to make days darker than nights? To stop looking at the sky – just to the bottom of the trash container?
And ships with different lives pass by, but the world spins all the same and time goes there – to the end.
© Fortune, 2009
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