The empty space left behind

Someone sat here, supposedly a solitary man. Perhaps seeking shelter from the rain. Perhaps resting his legs in the shade for a while. Did he, too, admire the pink bubble wrap and the washed out yellow colour of the wall? Probably not. Regardless, I hope it was an enjoyable beer.

Devil in the details

As I sat there going over the details of our conversation I could not help but thinking that none of this really matters anyway...

I am, after all, just a figurine.