Everybody knows who he is but I’ve never met anyone who actually knows him. He’s homeless. Very muscular. Some call him the “Buff Bum.” And, while he’s not quite as ripped as Atlas must have been, I imagine the weight he carries doesn’t seem much lighter than the heavens Atlas had to hold up.
Sometimes I see him in the cool morning walking down the sidewalk with a purpose, thick rolls of newspaper strapped around his calves and thighs. I wonder where he came from. Where he sleeps. Where he goes during the day. Who he talks to. What they talk about?
Does he stay strong by holding up his own sky?
Since I don’t know him, I can only guess at his story. I’d like to give him a voice. To say what I think he’d say.
I’ve used my vision of him in, The Courier.
I hope my character does him justice.