On his back, Robert must have had time to see something beautiful, and not just the ugliness of a city street at the end of life. Even with the tremendous pain in his badly gutted belly he would have looked up beyond the fire escapes and the windows with their glittery trees and television glows, to the sky about the rooftops. A sky shimmery with the possibilities of the death; lights exaggerated, the heavens peeled back- a swirling haze of nebulae and comets - in some distant place, intimations of the new beginning into which he would soon journey
In Robert's final moments, despite the excruciating pain from his injuries, there was an opportunity for reflection on beauty beyond the harsh realities of urban life. His gaze shifted upwards from the gritty street, away from the chaos, towards the shimmering sky that painted a picture of hope and possibility amid his suffering.
This moment serves as a poignant reminder that even in the depths of despair, there can be glimpses...
