Every work day I walk on the same streets because it is the quickest route. This path is not pretty. The derelict and dirty, sometimes the harsh fruity- floral detergent that the Clean City workers use when they blast away the feces and trash.
The loiterers are watching you walk by, even though some pretend you aren't there to the point of forcing you to acknowledge they exist.
If they behaved as everyone else they would feel even more invisible and powerless. They have also, almost entirely lost touch with their body and the desire to live.