Pics from my window a day in which I feel terribly alone.
Glass jail. A fake freedom: the zebra. I'm a coward.
Doesn't matter the direction, they're just passing by. People, people, people.
The complete sight without those glass' bars. More people, some, walking and laughing.
Where am I? Just watching. You know what's the worst? That is such a charming afternoon...nice place, nice weather. It's depressing.