You’re Wasting my Tax $
Three homeless men are huddled against the wall of one of the busiest street corners in Melbourne’s CBD: The corner of Melbourne Central, the State Library and RMIT. They’re coated in blankets and huddled around each other on their make shift furniture talking uncomfortably. Crowds mill past them like squads of robotic bees, heading from one pretty flower to the next, not seeing anything in between. You can tell that these people know these men are there, huddled below them, and yet they never even glance at them, nor do they think of what their actions do to these men. That is, until one man decides to take it upon himself to right this wrong.
A single man walks up to the three homeless men and begins to shout loudly at them, as though in protest to their request for his spare change. He is yelling about how they are “wasting my tax dollars!”. Two worlds are colliding, one that believes the other to be useless, and the other that simply just wants to exist and fights to every single day. One is ultimately trapped within his own delusions of ultimate superiority, whereas it is just superiority of circumstance. Whereas the other is living in a primal world, pre-society, where survival is all that mattered. And society has lost its instincts, its primal drive, so does not understand their situation, instead feels the urge to look down on their seemingly primitive difference, whereas they are just more human.