We pretend we are important, pretend that we are being noticed, that we are in control, that we have been seen like we see others.
This nice streetcleaner is there every day, cleaning the pavements.
This is where he sits to have his lunch.
From the right perspective he has no head, no arms, he is invisible.
He is invisible to all those who cross this intersection.
People are walking around him, cars drive away, and nobody seems to notice him sitting there every day.
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