A man sat begging. Mostly he was ok, automatically calling up at handbags and pockets. But occasionally, he was so violently attacked by shame he wanted to collapse quickly to his left and slam his cheek on the concrete or have someone run over and kick his head right off his shoulders. He watched a seagull do nothing for a few seconds. Then, through the traffic and legs and money, he saw a woman with a long green coat and wondered if he should have sat on that side of the road.