For reasons beyond me, YaYa referred to this guy as “Spiderman.” He said the red and black clothing this weary young man is wearing was a Spiderman costume. I don’t know. I don’t see it. I can’t seem to see past the lonely and forlorn feeling I get when I look at the predicament he projects – thought it may be that I am perceiving it all wrong. I mean, the poorest of poor living in India seemed to be happier than the rich and wealthy living stateside. So who knows.
I look at this guy and wonder about his past. Maybe he *was* somebody’s hero at one time. Perhaps, he still is.