Who Cares?

Today, I walked through Portobello Market.

A man was standing silently, completely still, in the middle of the road, the crowds splitting around him like oil and water. Over his back and chest, he wore a sign with graphic pictures of animal abuse and in big letters, it said, “Who cares?”

As I was walking past, an American woman turned back at him and smiled.

She said, “I care.”