Consumer Bystander

A once imposing figure of a man sits upon a purposeless cement sculpture in the middle of an almost abandoned outdoor mall watching the few seemingly lost, content couples browse the almost bankrupt shops. He contemplates his now obvious mortality, the sadness of his solitude and his longing for a companion for the time he has left. The faded yellow knit cap he is talking to offers no opinion as it's not a great conversationalist.

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