Sic transit gloria mundi: a philosophical train ride

The situation with the shelter has not improved (still very long lines, garbage, and many dejected people sleeping outside) but this story is not about my block but about a philosophical train ride

A Day in New York: The Ordinary Face of the Great Reset

During the times of decay, the decaying world itself becomes an Ionesco play. I will now try to describe just a couple of hours of my life, a New York train ride.

After a short wait, the train arrives. I am looking inside and see a homeless guy, comfortably sleeping on the seat. Catering to the joys of my nose, I run to another car. I am having a good d…