What comforting stories do we tell ourselves when faced with the unsightly distress of others? Those people who walk down our streets, talking to themselves, with the erratic energy of a toddler - almost charming, until their expression changes and acquires the ferocity of an adult, badly wronged. The ones who we suppose are drunk or high or otherwise …
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