(F.F.F. Website Story)
I pass along the familiar high street on this rainy Monday afternoon. A motley crew of bedraggled-looking pedestrians wend their dreary way up and down.
Elderly widows having escaped their solitary confinement with their bus passes outpace obese men in their fifties walking with sticks trying to recover from strokes. Unemployed youths smoke and chat. The homeless, junkies, the mentally ill, and tramps with nowhere to go complete this unflattering picture of humanity.
I remain unseen by these sad, forlorn specimens.
Yet we envy them, we pale shades, for at least they are still in the land of the living.