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Angels in America
No, I am not talking about Tony Kushner’s play Angels in America, even though it’s one of the greatest plays ever written. I am talking about the Angels I encounter on the streets of Los Angeles. The dark and the dreary images of these helpless and trapped souls are frightening yet there’s something peaceful about them. As I walk down the streets of Downtown L.A from Wednesday to Sunday on my way to work, I have acquainted myself to some of these unnamed bodies. One I call the “bleeding footman." Underneath the squalor, grubbiness and filth lies the face of a young man in his early twenties whose eyes are shrouded with anguish but with a glimmer of hope, his face tangled with untamed beard yet I see a twitch of smile. He is lost but not lost in despair and discouragement but in his own happiness. Picking at his dry wound on his foot which looked like it’s eternally bleeding but at the same time finding it’s own way to heal. Life is full of contradictions and ironies.
By Faith The Blogger5 years ago in Humans