Observed

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A one-legged man in a wheelchair, asleep. A bottle of gin propped in his lap.

A Hare Krishna being told to piss off when asking someone to smile.

A large heavyset man, tattoos and scars in abundance, carrying a floral dress on a hanger.

Hundreds of people like me, wandering lost in a city at lunchtime. Observing.

I wonder what they think of me?