Persevering Till the End I saw him again on my way to work and had to quickly sketched him. He lived across from the bus stop, carrying his blue drawstring knapsack along with a belt bag and would slowly inch his way accompanied by his two four-legged canes. He inspires me. At his old age he still goes to work despite his condition. He always entered last in the bus and would go down at the first stop. I have no idea … Read More
What are they thinking? What are they listening? Where are they going? What is their occupation? How are they feeling? One thing I know–I must not judge them by their appearance or invent stories about their lives because I don’t know who they are.