Every day we pass by destitute or homeless people on the street without noticing or paying attention to them, our eyes fixed elsewhere. Sometimes I think that our efforts to avoid these people reduces them to nothing more than pieces of paper on a wall somewhere, tattered and torn, relegated to the edge rather like this poignant piece of street art.

It’s like Phil Collins sings in ‘Another Day in Paradise’:

“He walks on, doesn’t look back
He pretends he can’t hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there

Oh think twice, cause it’s another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, cause it’s another day for you
You and me in paradise

Just think about it”