In the shadowed alleys where the sun’s rays scarcely reach, time loses its meaning. For the unfortunate soul navigating the grim streets, existence is stripped to its raw, animalistic core. The relentless march of seconds and minutes holds no sway over a man battered by the cruel fists of fate and treachery.

In a world where the universe’s indifference weighs heavily upon his shoulders, the concept of time becomes a mere human construct, irrelevant and mocking. The beggar, unshackled from the tyranny of the clock, stands apart from the citizens enslaved by the relentless ticking of their watches.

For him, there are no hours, no minutes, no seconds—only the unyielding will to endure in a society that turns a blind eye to his humanity. His life is a testament to survival, a silent defiance against a heartless world that seeks to erase his existence.

In his eyes, the true measure of time is not found in the mechanical precision of a stopwatch, but in the enduring spirit that refuses to be crushed, even in the face of overwhelming adversity. 😔

©️ Beatriz Esmer