park near broadway. he was sleeping on top of the hill. his bundles around him and worn out shoes with holes. in front of him large vase with water. i decided to let him be, not photograph him at all, even though that vase was unusual. i sat down on lower part of the hill and started reading. he came over quite quickly and asked me, if i smoked. he gave me his tobacco to roll. we sat and smoked. he asked me, if i had a boyfriend. i said i was a lesbian and we kept smoking. i asked, if i could photograph him. he said: "sure". curly, pretty, grey hair. eyes blue and "quick". they changed focus all the time. he said, his name was mark. i used almost all his matches to lite my cigarette. only one was left. before i took off, i said i would be back with matches. he asked, if he could come home with me and eat. i went to broadway, got a roll and a book of matches. when i came back, he was sleeping again. i said: "mark". he took the roll and started eating fast. i put the book of matches on the grass. he said: "thank you".