Homeless at Central Park, NYC
The man's distrustful, aggressive gaze. The solitary gray of the stone. The dense green, over which only one building protrudes and gives a hint to the surrounding city. The blue shirt still slipped out of his pants from the last night, the churned blanket on the grass, showing restlessness. The stone lies there like a monolith, pushed by icy glacier masses in far past times.