A homeless man in a recyling bin is almost crushed to death in Dublin city centre.
You can't walk for ten minutes, or more likely five minutes, through Dublin city centre without coming across a homeless person. Sometimes, when I look out at the window of a bus to see someone sleeping in a doorway, I am struck by the realization that this is their whole reality. Not a traumatic event that happens one day and is remembered with shudders. Not an interval that has to be struggled through to get back to normal. But the reality of yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and all the days after that. But, when the bus passes on, I stop thinking about it.