He is homeless, sitting in the street in my wealthy city .. surrounded by expensive stores selling expensive stuff to people who don’t need them. He’s a drug addict and he lost one of his legs, all he’s got left now is his dog – not even the crutch is his, it’s a loaner from the council until he dies.
A few words are exchanged with the kind man who is petting the dog. He’s begging money that will help him get the next fix and take away the pain ..for a while.
Once he was a little boy somebody loved (I hope) – how did it go so wrong?
Photo taken in Copenhagen.
Overlay mask: Shadowhouse Creations