I observed this in a parking lot. I cannot imagine the darkness in which this soul lives. The sadness it evoked in me made me want to stay around to see what light I might offer; but that probably would have been ill-received. Duty called, and I can only pray for those who wander in this morass, arms extended, while fingers grope in the gloom for something to grasp.
Do you know someone who is grappling with despair?