Learning Names at the Edges
September 16, 2025•728 words
I was walking through Bristol city centre when I saw her - an elderly woman covered in scabs, no teeth, asking for change. In our increasingly cashless world, I genuinely had nothing in my pockets. But something compelled me to visit a nearby ATM.
Maybe it was the contrast. I easily spend ten pounds on coffee and cake without thinking, earn a decent professional salary, live in the comfortable bubble of middle-class certainty. Here was someone for whom ten pounds meant the difference between a...
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