Three weeks ago I walked barefoot in the rain.
Then two weeks ago a beggar, who never asked for anything, walks gently up to me singing “The most beautiful girl”.
The next morning I could see him lying in front of a shop and his tattooed face had aged. Sincerity had made him vulnerable. Still I was glad he chose to sleep on the red and white chequered tiled floor rather than on concrete anywhere else.
Sometimes I would see him sit with the young boy, who goes around picking up rubbish for a living, on a bench in the small park by the church. Two generations apart, they don’t talk much but they share this one thing nobody wants to talk about.
Yesterday, I did not wait for the rain, it just happened, with thunder it put my instincts into perspective.
Since then, I am waiting.
It's always good to go slumming. To see how the other half lives. Don't you think?
Your majesty.
Indeed. Although I would not call it "slumming".
Of course not your majesty. Your kind never do. What else do you do for fun? Go around kicking puppy dogs? You know what else is fun?
Walk up to the homeless man and string him along.
I prefer the lonesome pleasures like reading, and usually I don't speak to the homeless.
Right. Your high and mightiness. Don't interact with the peasants. Just observe their sad plight, and giggle and snicker to yourself, on how good you have it. You have. … They don't.
You must feel real proud of yourself.
Pride is certainly not the right word.
How could you feel it? You cannot.
You are as empty as the rest of them.
You underestimate me, as the rest of them
You and…. them…. don't scare me or those who are like me. In other words don't under estimate the common man.
You and your like. .. Those with money and power come and go.
You of all people should know that, queeny.
We have determination, and staying power. Something money cannot purchase.
Ah power. That is what this is about.