Bodies line the streets. Some hide in the cover of darkness. They pick a spot at the entrance of an unoccupied building. Others prefer the safety of brightness.
Some are parked next to trolleys full of bags. Others appear to only have a plastic water bottle or an empty takeaway coffee cup. One man, who is wrapped in a fluorescent green sleeping bag outside Platinum Menswear, has a bicycle parked next to him.
Outside West Elm on the Hay Street mall, a man starts shuffling in his sleeping bag and shouts nonsensically. Later he sits up, shuffles through piles of loose paper and lays them out before him as he sits cross-legged on the floor and yells out, loudly and confidently, as if delivering a sermon.
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Source: The West Australian