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The sound of the green man intensifies. I pick up my pace. But as I concentrate my stare on the yellow and grey stripes on the asphalt, my eyes narrow at the hapless silhouettes trailing behind hurried pedestrians who seem to strut about to purposefully. Are these shifting shadows not individual chains of debt in life and death? Are we not all the same?
As I reach the other end of the pavement, I muse at how this is especially true for forgotten working class who are born in debt, live in debt, die in debt and bequeath a life of debt to their young. When will the opportunity to break free come?
Inspired by the photo series 'Opportunity everywhere?!' by Jolans FUNG Image #1
