While eating crunchy snacks which, after half a pound of tiramisu, somehow still counted as a meal I looked at my belly and reminded myself how fortunate I am compared to people who don’t have enough food to eat.
Then I remembered videos I’d seen of homeless encampments in a wealthy, free country. The streets had giant screens, flashing lights, and music. From the footage, everyone seemed to be hanging out, chatting, and having a great time in their tents.
I was sitting indoors, stuffed with tiramisu and… read more
