"quell' ombre orando, andavan sotto 'l pondo,
simile a quel che talvota si sogna"
The backpack is too heavy for him.
Bent under its weight, he keeps his eyes fixed on the road, watches the wheels of the cars whiz past. Cars he cannot see, but imagines stopping for him.
He makes no sign, does not ask for a lift. He is a hitchhiker stranded in his rejection of himself.
Why doesn't he put the backpack down?
Because he won't be able to take it up again.
Why doesn't he abandon it then?
Because it is all he has.
He is going nowhere.
He has nowhere to go.