I like the lack of front-stabbing, but the back-stabbing is in the very ether. Or worse still, most folk just don't seem to care. You, me, we are expendable. In this rich city, the divide is not so subtle. Social cleansing is the order of the day. The slow creep to everyone being middle class. That monetarist dream.
And all the time I see signs of humanity,
Ones I often overlook,
When mired in my own private world.
They are there,
Irrespective of class, income or political leanings.
The world of the worker is an odd one. I am not sure where I am on its spectrum. Somewhere between diligence and irrelevance perhaps...