Homeless

THIS WILL DO. No steel is too hard, no bench is too narrow, no color is too pink—the crisscrossing pipes of a waiting shed along Elliptical Road, Quezon City, is temporary haven from the noonday heat to this homeless person (a.k.a. "taong grasa" or literally "a person covered in grime and grease") who just needs a place to rest and maybe sleep away hunger, Or, perhaps, beneath the cloth covering his face, he is awake, pondering when he will be unburdened of the crosses in his life. Meanwhile, his hand tightly grips his little treasure bag of odds-and-ends, lest he wakes up to find it lost to others like him also wandering in the big city.