Post #61

Hobos put their sleeping bags over subway ventilation grills in the downtown area. At -10° the warm air is steaming up visibly from the bodies scattered here and there. In some cases, the owner went away for a few minutes, leaving the sleeping bag behind – a crumpled pile. Walking down these streets at night, I can't get rid of the feeling that I'm the guy from DOOM and recently discovered the rocket launcher. Or was it Quarantine?