Downtown

Portland is this huge melting pot of s**t, and art, and homeless. 

I watch through the window of Rocco's Pizza as people bump into each

other and only realize it when someone speaks up. The homeless woman 

sits in the middle of the sidewalk and stares longingly at the shoppers and 

hipsters. The business man hurries across the street, trying to get back

to work. Trying to get back where it's safe. The emo couple holding hands

on the other side of the street casually walk in front of traffic. I wonder,

where did they all come from? And where are they all going? The homeless

woman has fallen asleep. 

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

this reminded me far too much of vancouver. except here the homeless woman would be a crackhead. the same crackhead who delivers the same spiel everyday at you.. sometimes multiple times a day, because he/she has lost the mental faculty to recognise faces, or even recognise humanity in him/herself, never mind anyone else.

this one ached inside my heart with indelible ink...