As we neared the corner, I took a peek at the back lane sandwiched in between poorly constructed cement and wooden, old homes. Every back lane tells a story, and it fills me with an odd sensation to look for more. People don’t care for the ugly side of their cities, nor would they give a second thought to those living in the slums or on the streets. Such denial to the existence of the poor merely leads to the Grand Apathy, and that in turn will doom mankind. *sigh*
I remember nodding my head to no one in particular, merely acknowledging the silent back lane, a testimony to the ignorance of humanity.