There is a homeless woman living in my block. I often see her in the evening when I walk home. Every now and then I try to smile at her, greet her, make contact. I think she is afraid of me; well, maybe not me in particular, but all the mes in the world and the world in general. When I walked home today I only noticed her when I was really close. I smiled at her but she didn’t react. She was hard to distinguish from the wall she was standing in front of. In fact, she had become the wall.
