reminiscing and feeling sentimental after seeing him, she said:
"its so anonymous
its like photographs.
they've always fascinated me.
you see this frozen image of a guy with a caption underneath.
maybe he was a coward.
maybe he was a nice guy.
but at the moment it was taken,
no one can really say who he was, what he was thinking about.
his wife? his mistress?
the past? the future? basketball?
no one will ever know."
"that's life for you." he replied, looked slightly at her while a cigarette dangled from his lips.
