To watch is to know, but not be known. An apparently empty carriage; a ribbed façade; relentless forward motion; the reflection of a presence, otherwise unseen; a watcher. The unknowable, pacing beside us, our silent monitor, keeping our score, weighing our souls.
That blank expression masking an unholy mission.
“But Mephisto always knows the score – there will be no response from these mute and blinkered souls. They will sit rigidly to attention in their seats as they rocket forward into the night, their eyes and mouths resolutely shut.”
Melbourne Metro, approaching Flinders Street Station
Single image capture; no Photoshop additions.
Candid Street Photography
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