As my feet stepped slowly on the pavement in Oxford Street that day, I couldn't help not to regret my inability to belong in the present. People, colors, cultures and civilizations, all blended before my eyes, all fascinated me and seemed to fix my feet to the ground. I heard a woman shouts "Jesus is our savior", and I thought, whoa, there are so many things that need attention in this fucked up world. Too many things, yes, and everything seems to refuse to be ceased these days. The word 'care' doesn't even make sense anymore. What do you care about? What, do you even care?
Is confusion the only thing that unites us as human?
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