ok this is the guy i see for years moving place to place in a small radius around spider bridge. he gets swept away like a spider occasionally, recently from under spider bridge. i saw his stuff scattered. it comes together again like a human tidepool of items related to a nomadic life in place. note the grey bag by mister's head reading global citizen. wow, it's amazing, we're so local we think of the daily rounds and survival and peace unto oneself off grid in the park etc and we are citizens of no nation, human animals who have covered the planet and made so many wars and divisions, and wrecked so many lives and ecosystems, but we are still here as global citizens, some of whom will survive our master race of destruction, who will be resistant to the cancer roundup and the final trump, and come out of this blinking dewy eyed in our sleeping bag in the people's park with all the animals who live and die.