William I used to run along Shirakawa, passing a group of homeless living under a bridge. They seemed to be doing quite well - they had pallets for flooring and even furniture that they’d scavenged. They always offered me sake, which I declined. And then, one day, their settlement had vanished. I hope that they had been moved into more suitable quarters, but I don’t know - they could have been just shunted off. There was an elderly man, a jieitai vet, who slept rough in our local park. My wife and I would feed him with bentos and allowing him in our house for food and sleep when it was particularly rough outside. He was found dead in the park from exposure. Maybe you notice someone like that. Extend a hand.