I had no idea how blind I used to be, not in the sense of sight though. The more I think about it, there's a real issue here (where I live) that no one's talking about, or maybe aren't aware of. Whenever I'm riding the metro to get to my college I see the houses that are passed. Old, worn, decaying, peeling and decrepit, and yet they're occupied.
There's a few vacant lots (in which I addressed in a previous journal) where people congregate and seem to sit there in old plastic lawn chairs all the day drinking, smoking, or making BBQ'd food. Trash lays about, there's actually a trashcan there but it's been full up for months and it's a tiny plastic thing, not the receptical that can handle a quota.
Even then, no one cares, it's not their land, thus it is not their concern. I wonder how many of the congregates are homeless and how many actually live in the substandard housing in the vicinity. I wonder what happened to them, what happened to them that that (ugh English language!) became their lives.
No one ever grows up to want to sit around in a circle all day getting drunk in a dirty vacant lot. It seems like this has happened to many people in the area. There's a issue with that though. But what can be done? This question has plagued me even so often since I originally wrote the journal entitled Time, Memories, And This Urban Life.
So many things I can think about, my brain being the hive of activity. Sleeping at night is something different. The night is beautiful, I wish I could stay awake to fully appreaciate it. Unfortunately the needle nightmares have returned. It's really annoying that they catch me off-guard in my sleep and cause me a momentary dose of fear and panic.
Stupid nightmares, waking me up in the middle of the night. Stepping on needles is scary but it's something that I can avoid, if I ever do spot one on the ground. But when you're awoken so suddenly, you can't help but be in a state of temporary stupefaction