That poor old guy was just sitting there motionless for the longest time waiting for a tram which never came.
His head hung low and his eyes were fixated on some spot on the ground between his two tattered sneakers.
At one point I was concerned that he may have passed away, but I did not dare get too close to him for fear of how he might suddenly wake up and angrily flail his arms at me.
When his thumbs twitched ever so slightly I was relieved. What moments in time had lead up over the years to result in the sad homeless person who sat before me?