The Mall

London. I am alone, but only for need. I want to discover the city, looking for clues that only she can give. The town’s icons, daughters of a glorious and post-industrial past, are not enough for me. That London I thought I wouldn't meet today is between garbage cans.

He could be seventy years old; he could be my father, I think. If he feels shame I cannot know, but if he is there - an old man reading an old newspaper while sifting through rags for clothes to wear - he has no choice.
If there is shame to be felt, it shouldn’t be this man who feels it, but our ineffectual society that shreds his dignity.