At a bus stop, a man defied the driver, wouldn’t let a disabled woman have her right of way. When he saw the annoyance on the passengers’ faces he warned us to keep our mouths shut. His hostility jolted me out of my usual daydream.
Walking down Kearny Street, an eight inch knife flew out of a window, narrowly missing a pedestrian. My awareness was heightened. The homeless seemed more vivid and conspicuous, parading in their rags. In Bart, people stare down at their cell phones and plug up their ears.
Are we a society segregated by technology? How cultured are we when one man’s arrogance can silence a bus, and the homeless are accepted as part of the cityscape? A sadness permeated my day. I have no answer to these questions.
