Paper-free Zone 3
[The Commuter Chronicles — Part 3]
Mindblowing though it is, here … at the end of the second decade of the 21st Century … in a so called ‘World City’ … the capital of a so called ‘First World’ nation … the phenomenon of homelessness is not only alive and well but robust and kicking.
Even without the alleged hordes of immigrants here to exploit our Benefits/Welfare System … if that many of them there actually be … it beggars belief, does it not?
And yet you’ll see the homeless everywhere … if you look around you instead of scuttling past, eyes averted lest one of them catch one of theirs and you be obliged to recognise the awful truth that, as people go, you’re not so wonderful — no ‘good Samaritan’ you.
In Winter, homeless can be a cold place to find yourself, no matter whether you find somewhere dry and sheltered from the elements to overnight or not — tucking your vest into your socks only shields you from the lightest of summer breezes … in winter, you freezes.
And, any time of year, it’s not a safe place to be either.
Paper makes great insulation and can even make for passable body armour to turn the blade or dull the boot — just ask anyone who has lived on the streets for any length of time.
A huge amount of paper makes its way out of the capital on trains — free newspapers commute to the suburbs and beyond at the end of the working day, as thousands … if not millions … of workers return to the nearest place they can afford to sleep on the wage-slavery pittance they earn.
A lifetime’s worth and more of it is redistributed from the heart of the city to its outermost reaches and beyond … just waiting to serve two purposes very few are old enough, experienced enough or unfortunate enough to know anything about — except, of course, the homeless who live there, at the end of the line.
This has been a public information announcement on behalf of the homeless¹.
Those of you in Zone 3 could improve your lives by following their example … obtaining all the unwanted newspapers you can from commuters
… and relocating to the streets of the First World.
It’s better than where you are now, take my word for it.
You’d also be doing your bit to green the countryside — Ha ha ha ha ha … oh, the irony!
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¹ No, I don’t have anything sensible to say today, so I thought I‘d try and mitigate that by raising awareness of a serious … and frankly obscenely embarrassing … issue whilst I rubbed your faces in the fact that my circumstances are vastly superior to your own and … by extension, therefore … that I am vastly superior to you 😜
