Sometimes we let go of things. Sometimes things let go of us.

The same person in BODY28, it felt as if he lived on lean. A harmless soul, but what a mess.

Literally, like an old toy, I'd found him in parts all over the city; shoes, bags, prosthetic.... always a trail of things leading to the rest of him.

This time he'd laid out, just outside our building.

I glimpsed him from our window, 11 floors up, on the corner of 7th and Spring, before I grabbed my camera and ran down to see him... See more