The 'Human Condition' is what he called it.
With his old blue cap, over-used trousers and zip-up rain jacket.
Holding the limp coffee cup towards the windows of the cars stopped at the lights. Faces behind the glass diligently ignoring their human condition.
And his.
But he, noticing all. Especially his own.
The paper cup full of knowledge.
For which no one would pay a monetary price.
They couldn't.
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