In a wide world, from any city in the world....?
Nic
unravels hours become days become months? Without work some are self
employed or alone, some build service structures and require staff,
lecturers to tutors, and staff will move onwards to become employed in
similar sorts of professions. In a big city and cautious people will
share, and wiser to trade in good deeds and services to the
poor...always think of someone other than yourself if you have no use
of something or are not willing to do something yourself. In a wiser
community skills and trades are adventures, and beauty and elegance
are individual traits, specialized skills in behaviour, and sooner
than treat someone badly, who we admire due to our own jealousy, it is
kinder I feel, to share what we find beautiful, to be thoughtful, than
to denegrate, defame and be hated because we can't support what we
find in our own lust?
In a big city we can meet a hundred people every hour, along the
streets, in the shops, in the cafes and malls, and some of us are
familiar by looks, by choice or habit or stance ocassionally tho never
ever say a word now and never shall ever again.
Ros was a street girl. She and I and mom would say 'take a hike' every
day in warm weather, and when it rains she carried or still used mine
or even moms umberella! we missed her when she went...and the place
didnt seem home until she came out again....to stand about on the same
street corner cackling with a crowd? Once there was a whole pack of
dogs, in dry eat, they smell the fear and she very poor ...
Animals kill to live firstly, animals arn't quite so cruel as to bark
at passing stangers, so my brothers and I may call a council and have
one or the men removed where necessary
In some cities, people will tell each other how they feel by the way
they try to make something? like how would it be if? and what should I
do when? what should I do what I wanted! heh? In a street far far away
there is a woman walking in her own city, going about her business?
black or white rich and poor, there are no people she or we know by
sight, there ar'nt any people who should have given her a big hug,
there are no people who would invite her out for a meal, there are no
men to solice or comfort to exchange ideas or sweet whims for anyday
now.
Once a confession is made and put about, we cease to exist. Who she
was may seem very much more of interest or of importance than who she
is, standing still somewhere, and those friends she has made may have
cute little reminders for you to give her when you can't be bothered
to say hello.
We don't discuss money, its bad taste, cash payments are for infants
and greedy merchants when we don;t have enough time for freinds or
skills to persever with a task. Our parents and those we love don't
value our life as a seamless cash recipt of gifts, so we never ever
give to return.
We lend say, and we borrow later. If someone or other was to lend
something and care for it, and return it in peace, whole peace?