“The man is one and no one. For years, he has worn his face as a mask, a mere shadow of himself. He is so wiped out by tiredness that he has almost lost his sanity… He is surrounded by endless faces, people who do not question; people who passively accept their lives and never admit to the boredom and pain of the journey… They are young, beautiful and happy. The man leans against the column, thinking that soon they will be dead."
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