He lay there motionless against the wall, backed into a corner and a sleeping bag.
It was late, past midnight, in the middle of London City in March.
I was just coming back from an event, he lay directly across from the hostel I was staying in.
I walked over, unsure of what would happen.
Asking him if he wanted some food and water that I had with me.
He wasn't asleep, just preserving energy for the cold night ahead.
He accepted the food and the water and said thanks.
That's not really why I was there, I could have left them beside him.
I was curious.
How did that man end up on this street?
So I did what any curious person should do, ask.