Hi, @carolkean
Good to have you back. It's very easy to be overwhelmed these days. I started doing little adjustments last month. Quitting Twitter and most news feeds was one of them. 25 days without that now and counting.
The resolution of this post is fiction, but it has happened to me many times (being attacked verbally by homeless/mentally ill people). Since I arrived at this town back in 1990, one of the things that called my attention was the amount of locos in the streets.
There were the regular ones, the old ones everybody knew; but then there were the new ones that came out of nowhere. People said they escaped an insane asylum in Maturin (a city in a neighboring State).
The thing is that the revolution did nothing to improve these people's lives. Far from stopping the emergence of locos, they seemed to have created a factory of locos.
There are more every day, and some of them can be very aggressive.
The man in the picture is not; I just made that up to echoe a very real outcome of what they, in the echoes of their labyrinths, can perceive as another form of aggression.