“Being houseless is sometimes by choice, but this time I feel like I was forced into it.”

Photography by Jonath Mathew

You don’t make your own choices when you are on the street. The environment, people or the sunlight moves you like you sit in a wrong place. Someone with the little jacket on comes in and tells you that you can’t sit there because I don’t have a foothold in this society.

I’ve gone to sleep with nothing more than a little bag with toiletries in it and had someone steal that from me. So I feel preyed upon all the time, and it hasn’t made me identify myself, but it’s starting to urge me and agitate me and like I want to hunt back. You know what I mean?

I want to try to get out of my animal mind state and get back into my person mind state but it’s very difficult when the rest of the society at large looks down at you for not being able to have the choices that they have. I want to follow through on my decisions with my energy instead of being moved from place to place with someone else’s decisions. My home is my interior, it’s who I am.