This odd man waits every morning opposite my train-track. He reads the newspaper and moves back and forth against the blue back-light.
My intuition tells me that this is actually a piece of art. Is it to mock us commuters? To confront us with ourselves? And our boring and predictable lives? A quick google-tour didn't deliver any hits, so maybe one of these days I will go over to check if there is a plaque. Then I can properly quote the artist.