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  • There was an elasticity to his movement as he walked up the street toward the corner I was standing on, as if unconsciously he knew to stretch from the possibility of touching against the throng of others. He maintained his separateness too in his focus, his eyes met nobody, interacted with nothing.

    As he counted the meagre handful of coins, probably all the money he had in the world, I figured it was in fact, probably more money than I had in the world at that point. I wondered if he would have been surprised to know that. Probably not entirely. I daresay he'd have understood more than most how frightening it is to be low on resources.

    The difference between us, two ordinary human beings on a street, both probably having trouble managing our lives, was still a vast cavernous difference that meant that I didn’t have to avoid brushing against people as I walked around. Nobody would cringe from me or take offence if I touched them or came too close.

    I had a home to go to.
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