Maybe I shouldn’t have cared, but I couldn’t stop myself from caring. Maybe it was just that I didn’t like to see lives squandered the same way I hated to see good food thrown away. Maybe I thought they’d be happier if they got off the fast track to careers and out onto the meandering river to nowhere in particular. Maybe I felt this would be a better, smarter, more democratic world if we had more poetry-loving citizens than money-hungry careerists. Or maybe I was just lonely.
