Wither Humanity?

 

"I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein's brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops."

- Stephen J. Gould, The Panda's Thumb

I have a distinct curiosity for each person I see on the street. Some live in tents, some sleep in the open, some under awnings and sun under direct sun. Some talk to no one in particular, others have no words. They exist in various states of decay. Some farther, some closer to death.