You get off the train and there are people already on the street who have never gotten off of it.
You see bright lights ahead of you, a path. You are going to work.
The people who live on the street...the ones you call "bums" when nobody else is around. The ones who scare you with their filth and smell and desperation...the homeless ones...
You don't know what they see.
You care, but then again not really.
You're on your way to work, and it's 6 a.m.
All opinions my own. Photos by me.