In Union Square. There’s one non-dog shot, of this guy who walked by on these scary stilts.
There was a homeless guy sitting across from me and he shows up in a few of the pictures. It felt weird to be spending my time in such a carefree way not a dozen feet from someone living such a miserable life. There’s something wrong with us. Or me. That I can sit so calmly in the face of such suffering. I guess for me there’s just so many people suffering I feel paralyzed and overwhelmed.
I was talking with someone about joining the Peace Corps. Except I won’t leave the cats so I have to think of something else.