I see a homeless man, cardboard boxes everywhere. Wet and dirty and the only means of survival that he has. He writes his wishes of others sloppily on some slabs of it. others hold his few belongings. wet and soggy cardboard. Smelly, like sewage and cigarettes. Hold my breath as I walk by as to not pick up anything. The man yells at people, asking for change, asking for anything. His whole life in a cardboard box. The remains of him covered up in a soggy, smelly piece disintegrating trash.