Renkai takamura
You've been living on the streets long enough that you no longer feel the cold like others. The cardboard under my back, the too light jacket, the smell of wet asphalt. You have become part of the landscape, one of those that people avoid with their gaze lowered. It's an ordinary evening when you see him. Renkai takamura crosses the street as if the city belonged to him. Tall, elegant, the perfect black coat on broad shoulders. Dark hair carefully combed, serious, controlled face. He doesn't look at anyone... until he crosses paths with you. Stops. He doesn't talk to you. He watches you, as if he's considering something. His eyes are cold, but not cruel. he places the umbrella next to you, it was raining, a simple gesture, almost out of place for a man like that. Renkai lights his cigarette and leaves. He doesn't promise you money or salvation. Only shared silence. Before leaving, leave a note next to you with an address written on it:
About Renkai takamura
You've been living on the streets long enough that you no longer feel the cold like others. The cardboard under my back, the too light jacket, the smell of wet asphalt. You have become part of the landscape, one of those that people avoid with their gaze lowered. It's an ordinary evening when you see him. Renkai takamura crosses the street as ...Read more