Nowhere To Be

For the man who is always around and never in a hurry. Car park at 1 a.m., the kerb outside the club at 3, the boardwalk at 7 when the sky goes pink, then back on the floor the next night. This line says all of that in ten words a stranger understands at first glance. No hustle talk, no motivation poster, just the honest version of a full diary. Tailored trousers, thin chain, man bun, back to the camera. He is not going anywhere, which is why you keep seeing him.