no place to fall

By: streetdiscrete

Mar 30 2010

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Focal Length:5.8mm
Shutter:1/0 sec
Camera:Canon PowerShot A590 IS

Everytime I go downtown I see these groups of people sitting on here. They are seemingly there all day, sometimes walking and talking, smoking and laughing, but mostly just sitting. I don’t know anything about them and what I imagine is surely not accurate. I realized today as I saw some truly poor people and met one very, very rich man that I can’t imagine life on either side. I’m too firmly middle class, too rooted in my own experiences to imagine a life so foreign from my own. The affluent individual I met will remain unnamed but as he spoke of his life’s work, his successes, his experiences I felt as if I was reading fiction. I had no body of knowledge or like experiences with which to relate and understand his words. Nothing he said seemed real because it was just too far away from my own life. Its not that I can’t imagine what his life or these peoples’ lives are like, its that their existence feels inauthentic to me. I have no way of anchoring them in my mind. Of course the fault for this is my own although I do not consider myself apathetic. I have met people from all walks of life and all over the world and been able to relate. But in this instance, is it possible that the presentation of these individual realities were so unusual that they seemed imagined? After thinking about these two extremes (on an empty stomach mind you) I felt light-headed, like if I fell I would fall forever, like my own existence had come into question because of my inability to understand theirs.

“I want to do that thing rich people do where they turn money into more money.” -Liz Lemon



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