Transference

I had a long chat to a dero in Hobart.

It, the conversation, started with a critique of the choice of living rough in the coldest possible city in Australia.

It then drifted towards his cause major, the dreaded conspiracy theory with an emphasis on corporations and corrupt governments.

It took a while but I eventually extricated myself. Politely.

I walked away with the feeling that he was covering up for guilt. But guilt for what?

I sensed that he feels guilty for the abundance that, even in his chosen poverty, proffers no threat to life or limb.