Gena Obukhov --- Tango
My Orp
Which is the real city? The elegant sophisticated veneer of the backdrop, or the homeless person transporting his goods in the shopping cart? Truth be they are both real, and both quite oblivious of each the other. As parallel universes they move in their own orbits and suffer their own sorrows, and revel in their own pleasures.
There are differences in the notice they get, or don’t. Sophistication seldom goes hungry. Or waits in line at the food bank. Or begs for medical care. It is generally held in high esteem, even if we know nothing of its ethics or personal values.
One, probably, would be more dismissed by us. We see them on the streets. Rather, we’ve mostly done a convenient job of “not seeing” them. Most of us like to think of ourselves as decent people. Some of us think we’re caring. Some religious. How few of us quite “naturally” say hello (and smile ----for a kind smile is a great gift) to folks pushing shopping carts with all their worldly goods, or the days pop bottles, or cast off collections. Which some of us make the effort even if it doesn’t come natural? Any willing to engage?
