Notes from an Indifferent World

He wished he had some grand truth to tell, some wisdom to impart, but he knew no more than anyone else, he knew no less.
He merely knew what he saw in the ugliness of others around him.
The glaring indifference of the world around him.
It was enough to make any man scream, just to be noticed.
He screamed, but his desperate pleas for attention, even acknowledgement, fell on deaf ears.
He watched as he found himself distanced from the people on the street. And yet, he couldn’t understand it.
He still felt.
He felt the scratch of the houndstooth jacket on the young woman as she brushed past him, nearly knocking him down, with no remorse.
He knew he was still there because he felt them.


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