The Face Of Now

I went with a neighbor to pick my new communal mailbox key recently. He was kind enough to take me as I have no means of transportation currently. There was quite a line of people as we entered the place and so I studied them a bit. Not one made eye contact. Not one spoke to his neighbor in the snake-like queue. The faces were totally drained of affect, of emotion, of warmth. One young lady a few people ahead of us stood stooped over as though she had the weight of the world on her back. Please understand that I get out seldomly and the only faces I see are those of a few nice neighbors and those on the old TV shows I watch. It was quite sad really. This is a 6 by 4.5 inches gel pen with color pencil drawing on medium bond acid-free paper. Original Jones Art, still the avid observer of things animate and inanimate in northwest Austin, Texas.