I just finished some work in the city. I was working with a pair of carpenters, men in dirty clothes with splinters in their hands. As we worked the nicely dressed office class ignored those building the world around them, the delivery drivers, the cleaners, the homeless picking tobacco from pieces of spent paper. I was among the people in the periphery, the insignificant to the important careerists of the government and corporate class who rode elevators up towers of glass to sit through a day where taxation and monopoly fees keep them paid. The conversations among us dirty men is usually...












