A man is sitting at bus stop, he gazes blankly at the world. Cold. Unforgiving. Truly hell on earth.
A person walks past him. The peace is interrupted. His eyes once again moving.
The man looks up at the person, an unassuming figure dressed in plain clothes and wearing plain features.
In his hands are papers, posters.
The person takes a single piece, a practiced motion.
"Promotions aren't allowed here"
"Yes ... I am looking for someone"
The man is silent a second.
"... Who are you looking for?"
The man stares, familiar.
The man stares. His face stares back.
"I am looking for myself"