A pile of rags stirs as the early pinks and magentas of dawn snake through the shadowy dumpsters, skeletal shopping carts and debris.
Steam rises gently from deposits of human excrement and urine.
Day inflicts reality quickly as the flotsam-folks of the urban holocaust feel their stomachs cry out for survival and life kicks them in the ass one more time. Horrible, wracking coughs accent the sounds of early morning in the alley of despair. Homeless, he has set up a kingdom on a rooftop. From his aerie, he rules his shabby serfdom with an iron hand. He owns the lives in desperation alley.