Lisbon – morning intermezzo

The brow was indeed quite grossly spread up. When awake. rarely down. Though it’s the left eye. A very sketchy hint to otherwise quite obvious shadows. So it’s surprising it’s not turned down more often. But maybe the wind. Or the light touches. Whomever’s.

Bournemouth weekender

Who’s this guy? where does he get his hope from? Seems more at the end of it than me! I pass by the stash of discarded things the next morning. He’s right. There is still some, left there on the bottom of that pandora box – a trace of humanity.