Once in a while, I wonder another person might be thinking.
From his or her perspective, guessing their life story and relating it to their facial expression and behavior, coalescing into a single thought at the moment.
Naturally, such an exercise is doomed to be incorrect, but more often than not, it betrays the apprehensions and anticipations that I hold.
Perhaps this old gentleman is reflecting on the extent his country has changed in his lifetime. The clash of the old and new, popular and obsolete is omnipresent.
Of course, the only thought that crossed my mind when I took this picture was how to avoid being noticed. Tendays thereafter, I realize that I too share this awkwardness.
Home, is but a memory we hold and not the place we seek.
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