23 September 2012
Figures hurrying through the streets- plugged into music, hiding under hoods and umbrellas. Eyes glazed, looking only to the chewing gum strewn pavement, desperate to avoid the humanity around them.
From all directions they come, for all purposes. Through the crowds before breaking away to form two groups, facing each other yet faceless. All ages are represented, all colours, all interests. Men and women alike.
They stop as one.
A blonde ponytailed girl with ripped jeans and worn out blue hoody glances up from one side. A pierced boy, mohawked, in a long black coat and boots looks up from the other.
Time pauses for a moment, interested in this little scene.
Their eyes lock.
A connection is made.
A playful glare from the boy returns the girl’s shy smile.
All too quickly, the lights change and the shrill noise causes time to quicken its pace once again. Contact is lost. They cross the road with the crowds, almost brushing each other.
At the other side, the crowds swallow them whole.
Neither looks back
Contact • Opuss № I