A man is hunched over a table squinting at a piece of paper 3 inches from his face. The woman behind me pushes me lightly off balance as she reaches for a rail to support her. I'm at a bank in Bushwick and I'm watching the health of dozens of people. It’s a disgrace. I am outraged at the distribution of wealth in this country. Well aware of the blatant abuse of power to accrue more money all at the expense of human life. Soldier, citizen. The more I see my life as a dispensable commodity the more I believe it. Every time I accept a manufactured piece of shit that breaks before next Christmas, or go home to see another track home subdivision submerged under the toxic brown cloud, which neither the President nor the administer of the EPA gives a shit about. The inevitable realization that my walks home, after another day of un-insured, non-benefited work, across the Pulaski bridge are making me ill, and once again it's better to stay inside, to push all this away. Sit at home and watch Cops, and lock my fucking door. This life is really disgusting when it's not met with compassion. This is not civilization if I must fend for myself like an animal. I don't want more, I want better.

This year's resolution
Look people in the eye, longer.