Centre Bed Dweller and the Secret Fart Woman

Pomana asked if he could take the pictures to get copied — in case something ever happened to the originals.

That's what he does. The woman was ashamed of her broken smile, so he crowdfunded to pay for the dental work. To inspire people to move, that takes trust. Inside the bridge, Pomana wants Sonny to discuss his ambitions — Sonny says he'd "like to work". You don't just want any old job," pushes Pomana. The pair eventually agree Sonny's tumultuous life experience might make a good foundation for social work. Beneath a different Auckland bridge reclines a homeless man named Nick who claims to already be living the dream.

Nick gets plenty of visitors, some warmly welcomed, some not. He says there's not much he can do about it. Strategically placed bricks help guests over the fence and a path of soggy carpet tiles — not mud — leads them to a red tent. Beyond the tent is open space dotted with chairs, a barbecue, beer cans and the odd bra. The year-old collects furniture abandoned on roadsides, and tells us he's particularly chuffed with a swivel-base chair he found downtown. I came across it down Hobson St," he says. But it's a lovely chair. It's been here awhile now, it's been down the bank. Must have rolled over.

I just put another base on it, you know, and it's wonderful.

Nick is lying on a red mattress, outside the tent. A lump of raw and greying meat the size of a head sits on a stool. The bridge has been Nick's shelter for the past five years and even if the government offered him a house, Nick says he'd stay put. Because then I'd have the stress of rent, power, landlords, neighbours … who needs it? If I did take [a house] it'd have to be a sole house, not a block of flats or anything.

And it'd have to be as cheap as buggery. When asked if there's anything he misses about house-life, he takes a moment to consider.

It's a perennial drip from the ceiling that plops into a big plastic bucket near his bed: He doesn't do phones, he doesn't do computers, he doesn't do watches, he doesn't do sunglasses. Pomana asked if he could take the pictures to get copied — in case something ever happened to the originals. That's what he does. The woman was ashamed of her broken smile, so he crowdfunded to pay for the dental work.

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To inspire people to move, that takes trust. Inside the bridge, Pomana wants Sonny to discuss his ambitions — Sonny says he'd "like to work". You don't just want any old job," pushes Pomana. The pair eventually agree Sonny's tumultuous life experience might make a good foundation for social work.

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Beneath a different Auckland bridge reclines a homeless man named Nick who claims to already be living the dream. Nick gets plenty of visitors, some warmly welcomed, some not. He says there's not much he can do about it. Strategically placed bricks help guests over the fence and a path of soggy carpet tiles — not mud — leads them to a red tent. Beyond the tent is open space dotted with chairs, a barbecue, beer cans and the odd bra.

The year-old collects furniture abandoned on roadsides, and tells us he's particularly chuffed with a swivel-base chair he found downtown. I came across it down Hobson St," he says. But it's a lovely chair. It's been here awhile now, it's been down the bank. Must have rolled over. I just put another base on it, you know, and it's wonderful. Nick is lying on a red mattress, outside the tent. A lump of raw and greying meat the size of a head sits on a stool. The bridge has been Nick's shelter for the past five years and even if the government offered him a house, Nick says he'd stay put.

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Because then I'd have the stress of rent, power, landlords, neighbours … who needs it? If I did take [a house] it'd have to be a sole house, not a block of flats or anything. And it'd have to be as cheap as buggery.

When asked if there's anything he misses about house-life, he takes a moment to consider. It's a perennial drip from the ceiling that plops into a big plastic bucket near his bed: He doesn't do phones, he doesn't do computers, he doesn't do watches, he doesn't do sunglasses. The cellar-dweller might even own the house. However, cellar-dwellers remain in their cellar or basement most of the time because they have chosen to abandon the outside world for the inside world of fantasy tabletop battlegames, similar online or computer games, or some other extremely time-consuming hobby like counterfeiting, manufacturing drugs or raping the shit out of your secret prisoner.

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