Belonging
Plan:
Homeless guy sitting on the side of the road, watches people walk by and contemplating his role in society
Notices one of the girls walking past as old neighbour, she makes eye contact and looks in the other direction ashamed to associate with him, starts whispering to her friend
Guy becomes ashamed of who he has become, influence of not belonging socially and the difference that money makes
Sits on the same corner every day, belongs to the setting but equally doesn’t belong due to social status
Watches same people walk by every day and notice that he’s there but never help him
Night patrol van comes, he feels a sense of belonging seeing the familiar faces who help him, interaction
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The familiar echo of fast paced foots steps approached, my eyes low with my hood on. The ground was damp and cold, the setting sun futile as a source of warmth in comparison to the wind which chopped at my cheeks like jagged knives, my clothing insufficient on the freezing July evening. I distinguished the walk as that of 2 females, my daily routine improving my clarity when listening to passers by. I’d become accustomed to the city life, the familiar smell of freshly roasted coffee beans, the jingle of bakery and butcher bells as they open their doors at the crack of dawn, signaling the start of a new day.
Lucky barked hungrily, the veteran attempting to stand but sprawling himself in my lap as his back leg collapsed underneath him. As I peaked up through my hood I recognized the familiar face of an old neighbour Margaret, her voice casual as she spoke to her daughter. Upon noticing me the pair became hushed, staring straight through me as If I’d become apart of the mil-dewed wall I sat up against. She slightly trampled over my cardboard, looking me square in the face with eyes full of pity enough to embitter any grown man. Without a second glance she rushed by, one of the thousands of people to pass through the street as If I was an injured dog, painful to
Homeless guy sitting on the side of the road, watches people walk by and contemplating his role in society
Notices one of the girls walking past as old neighbour, she makes eye contact and looks in the other direction ashamed to associate with him, starts whispering to her friend
Guy becomes ashamed of who he has become, influence of not belonging socially and the difference that money makes
Sits on the same corner every day, belongs to the setting but equally doesn’t belong due to social status
Watches same people walk by every day and notice that he’s there but never help him
Night patrol van comes, he feels a sense of belonging seeing the familiar faces who help him, interaction
***
The familiar echo of fast paced foots steps approached, my eyes low with my hood on. The ground was damp and cold, the setting sun futile as a source of warmth in comparison to the wind which chopped at my cheeks like jagged knives, my clothing insufficient on the freezing July evening. I distinguished the walk as that of 2 females, my daily routine improving my clarity when listening to passers by. I’d become accustomed to the city life, the familiar smell of freshly roasted coffee beans, the jingle of bakery and butcher bells as they open their doors at the crack of dawn, signaling the start of a new day.
Lucky barked hungrily, the veteran attempting to stand but sprawling himself in my lap as his back leg collapsed underneath him. As I peaked up through my hood I recognized the familiar face of an old neighbour Margaret, her voice casual as she spoke to her daughter. Upon noticing me the pair became hushed, staring straight through me as If I’d become apart of the mil-dewed wall I sat up against. She slightly trampled over my cardboard, looking me square in the face with eyes full of pity enough to embitter any grown man. Without a second glance she rushed by, one of the thousands of people to pass through the street as If I was an injured dog, painful to