Every time at 6 am whether I'm leaving downtown to go home or starting up work, at the same intersection is this man.
Sometimes he's blatantly walking in the middle of the road too.
I wonder he came from or where he's going.
I wonder what he's gonna do or what he's been doing.
It would also seem to me that I'm the only one who notices him and finds him curious, not interesting.
With his same routine schedule and mine varies, but I see him every single time, it's a reminder for me that death is on it's way. Or at least the same shit different day saying.
Long Stick Light Man
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