Can you smell the injustice?

Today, while riding the Expo train home, Iļø was suddenly confronted by an unpleasant scent, a mix of vomit and urine, and maybe some hints of alcohol.

It made me want to vomit.

There were others in the train car who also smelled the fumes, who covered their noses with their shirts, jackets, and hands, in attempts to minimize the stench ā€” all of us looking around the car to trace the smell's source. Looking around me, it was clear that my nose wasn't just being sensitive, and there was a consensus among this mutli-ethnic, multi-class group: The train car smelled. And it was because of the homeless man seated in our train car. 

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