It’s cold and there is no one around me. There is no one there for me. I can only see people pass me by. Rage and depression mixes in the pit of my stomach. I cannot take this.
That was the weirdest flashback. I don’t remember being in that state. But I remember being alone on the sidewalk today. Why would a clone of a journalist be remembering this. I don’t remember, Marcus being homeless, ever. It is probably nothing though. Maybe just a bad dream.