jackhammers

I awoke this morning to several hours of jackhammers chiseling away at pavement up the street, I did not even look out of my window to see where or why.

 

Because I am poor I have lived in high-traffic, intense human activity all of my adult life, over half a century, usually near a freeway and shopping center.  With it has come the poisonous stench of vehicle gases, deafening traffic noise, visual distractions, and very little privacy.  I have usually lived next to one continuously moving construction site or another, because I am too poor to live somewhere nicer, quieter, cleaner, healthier.  There are billions like me on this Earth.

Caption:  Bricked Into A Lifelong Construction Site By Poverty

by Annmarie Throckmorton 2018

 

 

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