"So the last time you applied for social assistance
was in 1997
"And that was in Ottawa
"Hm... It says you're marked 'NFA
' here... You were homeless
leaves more and more of its mark on me with each day that passes. I grow a little more impatient, a little more jaded
, a little more concerned about the opinions of others.
Image grows in importance, and conversation is secondary to cool clothes
, good connections
and wonderfully expensive designer drugs.
When I look at the people around me in this social circle
, I think that while perhaps some of them thrive in this environment, others might have a little more in common with me, and would rather be in a coffee shop
, at a bus stop
, anywhere else
, having a bullshit conversation on how to save the world
Nothing else to say.