"Love calls us to the things of this world."
--Wendell Berry
Homeless man on laptop, medication, cough drops, coffee cup, gloves, on the table where you sit every day. What are you searching for on the internet?
Schizophrenic man next to homeless man, talking to yourself a mile-a-minute as you eat your Deluxe Big Breakfast, the cashier gave you a weird look when you ordered your food. I'm sorry.
Teenage Mexican punks in rippy, paint-splattered jeans, it says on the back of your trench coat, "Kill 'em all. Let God sort 'em out." I sort of understand your anger.
Young African American man using the free wifi, I wish I knew you.
Middle-aged man in tie-dyed shirt, looking at the medical marijuana ads in the back of OC Weekly, the Dude abides.
Mexican employees in your head sets and matching polo shirts, are you happy what you're doing?
Young, well-dressed students, looking like the Kings and Queens of McDonalds, open your eyes.
Young veteran, with military crew cut, drinking orange juice, you have seen a side of America I am only beginning to catch glimpses of.
