I Used To Be Disgusted And Now I Try To Be Amused

I was walking through the streets the other day thinking how we like routine because it gives us the illusion of stability in a random world when I saw a man with no arms. He was begging. It made me think that he probably didn’t give a toss about the illusion of stability. That he was probably more concerned with just feeding himself. Then I thought what the hell did I know about what he was thinking.
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You know, the more I know, the more I realise how much I don’t know.
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His T-shirt said Startling Tales.
It was the cover of some old comic.
It had the picture of aliens carrying human prisoners across a landscape.
The people looked scared. They were being carried along. They didn’t know what was going to happen to them.
I stared at it a moment then I looked around at other people in the street. They were being carried along. They didn’t know what was going to happen to them. They didn’t look scared.
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Am I reading a book or am I consuming content?