I’ve had a terrible day. It’s Friday evening after work. I’ve just eaten dinner. I’m sitting in a restaurant feeling frustrated and anger — partly at myself, partly at others.
I’m unhappy about multiple things. I’m lonely. I want to quit my job. I miss someone. I feel alienated from the people around me. I find myself thinking that life hasn’t been fair to me. (I could tell you why. I have plenty of reasons.)
And then I randomly saw this photograph.
Gautam Basu took this photo of an Indian mother and two of her children. The mother is dressing a daughter while a smaller child clings to her. The pipe in which they’re standing is their home.

Is Paul Krugman serious or is this some kind of weird performance art?
Forced sterilization gets to heart of arrogant progressive agenda
Financial ignorance from your TV: Gold may not be around next year
More dependence ahead now that half of households get U.S. checks
Moral priorities: ‘If we free the slaves, who will pick the cotton?’
Maybe we’re doomed to replay past until we finally get it right