The Pain Of Losing Your Home

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.