Every morning on my way to work, I would meet this one peculiar man.
A
middle-aged man, buttoned shirt and khakis, slinging a black backpack,
while holding a newspaper. I would not call him peculiar if it's not for
his daily odd habit of randomly tearing up the newspaper into pieces.
He would look around, tear some part and turn to the other page.
At
first I thought he was interested in certain column and wanted to keep it, but later I noticed
that he just teared it up, in the middle of an article or
image and left it hanging like that.
Today he brought a red marker and drew messy scratches on the teared newspaper.
I found it fascinating.
I found it fascinating.
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