Suits

'Clothes maketh the man, naked people have little or no influence on society', was a quote I always thought was my mums as she said it often enough! or was is my dad? actually I'm not sure now but I know i heard it enough for it to be imprinted in the recesses of my mind, it was, I later discovered, Mark Twain.

Why has that come to mind? well because anytime I pass through the city it looks like a sea of black and grey. Not faces... suits. Black and grey suits.

As I watched the people on mass from the 'vantage' point of the top deck of a bus, I initially though how like robots they all seemed. A sea of robots, programmed to do whatever it is they do. Then I wondered how they must feel, having to don this uniform every day, which, as smart as it is.. on mass, seems to extinguish individualism. But then I looked again.. harder.. some chatting away, other looking forlorn, each one a life of their own, friends, family, a boss, insecurities, hopes and dreams. Perhaps in jobs they've wanted all their lives. Perhaps in jobs they hate.



Such a hard environment. Does kindness have a place in the city, or would that be viewed as weakness?
I guess things always look different from the outside looking in.

Suits. What's really going on under there?

*oh, Boris's bikes are popular but looks like a lot of hard work to get 'em going*