I see many people walk by. Working people, students and old people. It’s funny how, when I became a permanent resident of cardboard fortress on a disused couch that I somehow became an unspeakable and invisible topic. I would see all sorts of people using the alleyway of which my home sits to do all sorts of things. This one time, a drunken couple were making out after the clubs had closed and they actually broke and entered my home and to everyone’s surprise I became visible as I yelled bloody murder. They ran away faster than I could tell them they had dropped their misplaced phone. Oh well.

Another time, I heard shuffling of feet. Feet that were irrationally loud as they stomped and echoed the alleyway. I’ve lived here for a long time and I know what stray cats sound like and even large rats. Shameless large rats sniffing me and judging me. At least I’m visible to them so as long as they stay out of my home. I’m all hunky-dory with them. Anyway, as I mentioned these feet, they were running feet. They stop and a bag of some sort comes into my home. It slaps me on my empty belly. I stare at it with curiosity. More feet outside and it’s the cops. They are shouting and from the sounds of things they stop the stomping. The police are searching bins and uprooting discarded rubbish bags and yet they don’t approach me. I am invisible in my cardboard castle. Moments later, the alleyway returns to silence. I take a look in the bag and find bundles of money.