The crazy woman on the street corner isn't there anymore. She's been gone for a couple of months now. She was an odd one- even for a mental case. Most of her socially deviant behavior was that she would be arguing with some imaginary people at the top of her lungs, a habit that seems to trigger itself from 10 in the evening to 3 in the morning. But that was mostly it. She never attacked anyone physically or verbally, but people still steered clear of her. Oddly enough, she was quite productive in the day, offering to sweep the streets and the front areas of the restaurants and establishments near her sleeping territory. She seemed to be able to get laundry done from somewhere coz she always had clean black socks which I imagine helped keep her warm at nights. Maybe there were people who cared enough to supply some things to her, just not a roof on her head. Not that I'm judging.
Still, I wonder what happened to her. Did she go somewhere else? Did something happen? Is she gone and the now quiet street and its inhabitants none the wiser?
Sometimes I wonder if crazy people aren't that crazy. Sometimes I wonder if everyone's crazy. Sometimes I wonder that if we disappear, would the streets be a little more quiet? Mostly I wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
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"When I have a terrible need of -- shall I say the word -- religion. Then I go out and paint the stars."
- Vincent Van Gogh
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