Once, when walking Junhong back from school, we encountered a particularly brazen, desperate couple on the sidewalk, shooting up in broad daylight. Junhong said, I wish we didn't live here. (Here, being close to the downtown eastside, where people come to get washed up)
I said, somewhat righteously, just because we don't see it doesn't mean it won't happen. Living here forces us to see and be conscious.
Presently, I force myself to look up from my bliss. To read the news and be conscious of people killing other people in the Gaza strip.
I see, but I am not sure what to do about it.