Amidst the concrete canyons of San Francisco, the homeless, burdened by the weight of societal neglect, no longer huddle in the dimly lit corners of the city’s streets. They are everywhere. In their hands, a fragile lifeline appears—a syringe, a pipe, a momentary escape from the relentless onslaught of their inner turmoil. Their eyes, once filled with dreams and hope, now bear witness to the ravages of a world that has left them behind. In the dance of smoke and flickering neon lights, their silent cries for respite echo through the urban landscape, each puff and injection representing a desperate attempt to numb the pain that seems impossible to bear. It is a tragic symphony, a mournful testament to the human spirit battered by the unforgiving forces of an industrial society that has cast them aside. Down the behavioral sink.
Do not underestimate the inevitability of your own obsolescence.
“Because human work will no longer be
necessary the masses will be superfluous, a useless burden on the system.” – TK
*The fried chicken sandwich at The Bird was off the hook!
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