It tripped me psychologically.
A person lay dead from what ever hunger exposure want of thirst maybe an overdose of fentynl maybe a heart attack or they took too much up meth crank coke crack again what ever a dead person payed between me and my pay check so I went to work. Walked back the same way and the body was gone. Again the thoughts did they find her I. Time yo salvage some organs perhaps skin or eye tissue as I walked past where she was.
She wasn't old just skinny like anorexic possible suffering from hiv or aids. She wasn't ugly or gross or old . But for the brief glimpse of shell of what housed that soul she looked about 30 mostly blond but with silver hair. Her clothes were not tatters and she had nice sneakers nike. But she was dead little help to us now. And I needed that day marked for pay I have rent and bills...
The failure was what caused that premature death not me in side stepping a cadavers ad we are taught here on earth the only person that ever matters is you. Everything else is enhancement or distraction of what matters , you.