His skin has a pale grey hue under these lights.
He is weary but unable to sleep.
His breath smells terrible.
He has Nick Nolte hair.
Today he stood in front of a small disinterested crowd, slowly waving his arms while mumbling.
He is unemotional, showing little concern for the needs of others.
He is in a state of decay; mobile, but technically dead.
He moves slowly; without any visible sense of direction, as if slightly drunk.
He does not know his way around a shopping mall.
He is completely unintelligible, to most people.
He moves towards a goal with a steady and relentless consistency.
He spends most of his time with his own kind.
He has left small pieces of himself behind in each building he’s passed through.
Writen by: Jody Brown_coffeewithanarchitect.com
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