As you step off the stairs that lead up from the Melbourne Parliament train station and turn left to cross the street for Lonsdale, you pass a homeless man who sits by the pillar near the big yellow postbox. He sits quietly, red bearded and sunken faced, with his few crayons and artwork and board that reads "I am homeless. Please buy my drawings."
He sits there everyday.
He wasn't there today.
I wonder where he is.
