Comfort

A slender, short man wears a hoodie that covers his face. He walks with a crooked gait, nearly a limp, swaying side to side to keep his face hidden beneath the hood. The eyes scan over yards and fences. Neighbors post signs (“Throw package over fence.”) for this reason, though a fence is hardly a deterrent. A false sense of agency can bring comfort.

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