Main Street

Living on Main Street life keeps on flowing, Monday mornings trucks pound the pavement shaking awake the apartments and homes regardless of the hour, ever on the ride moving, trucking along. Here, you can see the world go by at its best, at its worst, Sleepers on the street wake pushed along by ignoring crowds rushing, hurrying to and from home to work work to home. Where do they come from where was their place in life before this? Parked cars give up their time metering's expire they move on just a little down the line or just across to the other side. So many now make this their home, Wanderers, wanderings, survival from the havens that once were to this point a journey taken up by necessity, loss of hope, help for the body and the soul. This is Main Street living on the threshold of future pasts.