Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Waiting
So many people wander around like zombies, faceless, anonymous, passing by each other as if they were not there. Bland, grey, monotone existence, except perhaps for one who appears to have colour and life in him, but as he gazes at the viewer his figure takes on a disturbing, unreal quality.
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