On a winter night in London, a lone figure crouches beneath an overpass, quietly eating as if sealed off from the world. Neon light brushes the brick wall behind him, while a streetlamp casts a warm glow on the damp pavement. This isn’t the polished heart of the city, but its forgotten edge—gritty, dim, and quietly enduring. The man isn’t seeking attention; he’s simply trying to stay steady in the cold. Photography doesn’t exist to magnify hardship, but to help us pause and notice those the light often overlooks. Cities are not just built of towers and signs, but of unseen lives that truly hold them together.