Nourma - Lost

Another night, and again this man stands at the corner near the convenience store. Gripped firmly in his hand, as always, a half litre can of Strong Zero (a 9% alcoholic beverage) being drunk whilst staring deeply into abyss. I always pass him when I go jogging and he stares back with a glare that demands the reason why I exist. All passersby hideaway after a flickering glance in his direction as they're always met by a continuous stare. I hope it's a bad day at work, but the truth lies deeper than that, since having 5-months of bad days in a row wouldn't really accurately surmise such destructive routine.

Still, there are those moments that hint at an escape, a solution.