1 June 2012
In a busy bar, Off a busy street, In a busy city, A man sits alone. He watches the people talk, Watches them laugh, sing and dance. The silent observer. He is happy in the company of strangers. An invisible man.
Only the bartender sees him, when he needs a refill. His anonymity is a comfortable blanket. He is here tonight. He will be somewhere else tomorrow. A different bar, A different street, A different city But the same strangers. Every night in a different port. Trying to find his way home.
In The Company Of Strangers • Opuss № I