A stone’s throw from the exclusive boutiques of Chapel Street, South Yarra, next to the railway line near the underpass, between a set of signalling control boxes, and sheltered by an overhead structure, is a pile of mattresses, pillows, bedclothes, and assorted objects.
Occasionally you’ll see someone there, sleeping or awake, apparently as oblivious to the passing trains as those in the trains are to their makeshift home.
I suppose they’re not doing any harm. (I reckon the grafitti’s been there for a long time, and I’m sure if the railway infrastructure got damaged, they’d only draw attention to themselves.)
It must be a noisy place to sleep.