Deep within Cirque Du Noir, where the sun shines cold and all light is black, a hooded figure prances on the pavement. Under it’s grey cloak, a clown outfit can be seen, sending sparkling shadows sprawling through the street, a warning that the PoPolice is nigh.

The dancing officer’s eyes dart into tents and bleachers- where the population are sleeping. His scrutiny is a spotlight, any individua...