People rushing to and fro, working stiffs in expensive suits and leather shoes that shine as a mirror, hurrying to catch their train in time, on the way to their office and a dominant boss...
A couple of alcoholics, raggedly dressed in unwashed clothes that probably originate from the rubbish of any big city, finding shelter from the slight rain outside the railway station, nervously looking around for rail company coppers while taking quick swigs from their alu cans of cheap supermarket beer, flea ridden and moth eaten dogs dozing at their feet, that help to make the begging come in easier, good protection at night too while their owners sleep on public park benches, the sleep of the booze induced comatose state known to drunks the world over...
A bunch of old gays eyeing me curiously while walking by, their overly feminine behaviour reminding me of the Katoys in Thailand...
An old bag lady sitting forlornly in a corner, her greasy belongings in plastic Appie Heyn shopping bags laying around her at random...
My fingers holding my black pen and colored markers, run across the pages of my sketchbook, visual expressions of the human species all around me, turning them into quick drawings...
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