It is early evening on the West Side of Manhattan. There is foot traffic everywhere; people are walking hurriedly by. A man wearing baggy jeans, a faded T shirt and a hoodie passes a Pret a Manger sandwich shop. He sees several garbage bags on the sidewalk and the curb. The man’s face is thin and drawn; there is hardly any energy in his dark eyes. Two or three of the bags are transparent. He bends down to look. He smiles just a little. The sandwiches inside the bags are wrapped in foil. The man glances at the passersby. “I’ll take as many as I can”, the man says to himself. “Keeping up appearances doesn’t count anymore.” The man opens his black duffel bag and puts 3 or 4 sandwiches inside. As soon as the light changes, he crosses the street.