I went to Tate St. Coffee House to draw. I only did two drawings there. It seems I was there at a busy time when people were coming and going too much to draw them well. I felt creepy staring at people I didn't know. Then, as I starting really looking at their shapes and clothes I started to wonder about them. I became intimately acquainted with the bald patch on a man's head, I wondered what else is there to him? I will never speak to him, but I know every hair on the back of his head.
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