A traveling salesman,
he is dressed in a brown trench-coat
dark blue, red pinstripe underwear
shiny brown shoes
black socks with white markings
pale brown trousers
white t-shirt
pale blue shirt with a breast pocket and clear buttons only they have tiny swirls of white in them, a white string attaches them, the needle must have traveled so many circles in and out. Each round making the button safer and stabler. Not unlike the salesman.

Notice his face?
can you see it?
his face is cut by shadows
hard shadows hollow out his face.
I wonder if he has wrinkles?
He seems not to have ever made a facial expression in his life.

He must have...
When he had is birthday last year,
when he saw his mother last week,
when his daughter gave him a picture she drew,
when his wife ... well you know.

He must have...
When he stubbed his toe,
when he lost his father,
when he lost that hand,
when he ... well you know.

But still,
those shadows cut him
and his face is hollow

his step quickens
his gaze moves forward
his hand moves away

"WAIT!"

white markings,
on the floor, down that street
definitely leading down to there. down there. down, there.

There is always that pavement
brilliantly glazed by street-lamps and traffic lights
it's almost like the northern lights
a road paved with... electricity.

oooh! OOH! DOWN THERE! THERE HE IS!
Look! can you see him!? there!?
RIGHT THERE!
look at him run. Not unlike a gazelle no?
light brown legs, shiny hard shoes
OH! he is beautiful!
His face never changes but those eyes...

Those eyes have been cut 300 times and 300 times more for every cut

he's gone... around the corner.
he is walking still
his hand firmly gripped around the handle
his chest completely still
and his face ... well you know.

A traveling salesman

but his face,
he must have...