Homeless man pulls up to Starbucks.
Parks his backpack. Parks his extra coat.
Sparks a conversation with the man sitting next to him.
Pushes it to an argument.
Offended and hurt. How dare the man disagree.
Stands up to make a point more strongly.
Stands up to shake a fist in defiance.
But the man will not be moved.
Paces angrily. His whole body committed to his minds opinion.
Throws a cup at the man. Disgusted.
Spits on the ground.
Continues pacing, raging, fighting for what he knows to be right and true and real.
But the man cannot be moved. Cannot be bothered. Cannot be seen.
There is no man. There is no argument. Only a mind broken in two.
