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I pass by this man twice a day, to and from work, and have come to see him as a bit of a metaphor of our existence - or at least certain aspects of city life.

This man is standing and looking up with his bruised face, full of dignity and odd humanity, but forever trapped behind a glass screen and without a shred of power or say over his appearance. Always makes me think of the Matrix movies.

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