Moments after taking this picture, I began to wonder why he was so close to the road. Was he trying to escape his lonesome fate, trapped between two perma-busy Toronto highways? Was he becoming self aware of the greater world around him? Was the melancholy leading him to a suicidal mission under the tracks of some drive-by vehicle? Or was he simply scavenging remains of food some fat guy threw out of his window onto the side of the road?
Sure enough, the following week he was in the same place, lifeless.
R.I.P Recluse.
