You drive endlessly . . searching city streets for signs they are near . . where are the cardboard homes? Where are the tent cities and shanty towns you’ve found so easily before in other towns? How can you help people you simply cannot find??!
Then, finally, along the one road you notice you somtimes find them wandering, wrapped in blankets . . they’ve come from somewhere. . some hidden place they cannot tell you about . . for such places, once divulged, are no longer safe havens of homeless sleep.