They come here on certain days of the week, when the place is offering. The gatherers consist mostly of men. The reality of their gathering displays the macrocosmic conditions of things as they are. Hunger names the purposes for gathering, of course. Precarious conditions of precarious persons who cunningly memorize which place around the city gives out food on which day, and know how early to arrive.
On a particular day, like every other day, when they came to this place, at mid-day, the gatherers liturgically formed the single file line to receive their calorie-wage. One man, after he picked up his piece of bread along with the rest of his meal, looked at a young man waiting in line behind him. The youth behind could not have been older than twenty, he was well-built, but his frame was veiled behind deteriorating muscle and skin absent any pigmentation. His abjectness had overwhelmed him completely, his appearance no exception.
Seeing the young man like this, the older, without deliberation and in an act as pure in generosity as giving another one’s attention, administered his bread to the young man. The young man, who was in a state of affliction that had long negated mannerisms and standard conventions appropriate to a gift’s acceptance, took the bread with a miraculously measured haste and consumed it.
The others surrounding were drawn to this act of giving and receiving, and compounding miracle with miracle, they were transfigured from witnesses to physiognomists to, all at once, Christ, as they without delay or calculation emulated the older man’s act and offered their portion of food to the famished youth. Christ as it were became conflated with all those givers in this moment, and Christ again was revealed in conflation with the young man who was profoundly in need of food and was fed.