People say the economy is slowly getting better. They say it has been the slowest recovery from a recession ever. No one knows this better than the people who live on the fringe. They travel by Greyhound to go see family, to go to another town to find work, or just because they have no place to settle down in. These are the people without the education, connections or mental stability needed in order to live what the rest of us consider to be a “normal” life.
Normal to the travellers of this this country consist of living hand to mouth and day by day. Getting by while eeking out a living however they can. Looking at the photographs on The Greyhound Diaries by Doug Levitt, you see this. You see it in their faces and the demeanour that the photographs capture. What you don’t see though is a sense of urgency. Stress. Unhappiness. You may see a certain resignation, an unwilling acceptance to their lot in life, but you don’t really see people who are unhappy. They know they don’t fit in with what the rest of us consider to be a well-meaning and productive life, and most of them seem to be okay with that.
Most of them seem to have been born into a life without much education, prospects for employment because of it, or the will needed to make their lives better. Their lives are good enough for seemingly being destined to live this transient way of life. They have friends here. They have other people who may have their own stories, but they share the commonality that is seen between people who live below the poverty line. They fit in with each other, and they do it peacefully without much of an “Us versus Them” mentality.Follow him on twitter: Click here.