Homeless, raining out, to the Gazebo. Not ideal, others of the homeless have the same idea, there are only 3 benches here. I have a visitor, noticing a trend amongst them - addiction &/or Mental Illness, unemployment, this one, she's talking and it comes out, her own tragedies, mental battles. I listen until it's time to go to sleep, she's off checking her phone, doing some art, other people come and go. She helps to pull my bench in from the end of the Gazebo, more shelter from the rain. In the morning she's left me a stale bunch of buns and a painting (presumably she drew).
Anyways, starting to wonder if there's something in me that I'm missing, the prevalence of mental illness amongst the homeless; am I that? Or have I become? It becomes harder and harder to chalk it up to mere circumstance, it's time now for me to build again on a slightly more solid foundation...