This lady is a fixture in the downtown core. I’ve seen her for years. I photographed her first about four years back. She is mentally very ill. She cries out a lot and waves off demons no one else sees. Whenever I see her it tugs at my heart. I have no idea where she goes at night. I can’t begin to imagine. She does not beg for money and only seems to want to be left alone. People tend to steer clear of her when they see her coming. I fear her story will be lost, as there is no one who can get close enough to learn it. At least that’s how it seems from my viewpoint.