I sit here and listen, to my iPod. Thrash metal.
Music, music, music. Listening to music. Working on my laptop-top-top. Glaring, glaring, staring. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Why is that guy staring at me? What’s he doing with that notebook? Is he drawing me? Does not compute. CTRL+Q
Collars turned up, cap peak pulled down over face, 3-day stubble. All very mysterious. Used to see a lot of this type of character in the late eighties and early nineties – men who look out at the world from behind the pages of the NME (or similar alternative/indie music press). Lots of frowning and introspection and peering through John-Lennon* spectactles.
*More recently sported by Harry Potter
World’s biggest sunnies. People often wear them on the train while they sleep. Reminds me of Homer Simpson’s ‘awake’ glasses, although I don’t know why.