Beyond the Abuse.

To anyone, this is a picture of a guy taking drugs. And it was just that; a guy taking drugs and I clicked it to be a sort of photo-cop and report the happening. but when I lowered my camera, I found the fellow looking up at me, and the look that he gave me sent a wierd feeling down my spine. No. Not dread. It was something totally different. There was no threat in his glance, nor anything intimidating. The look he gave me was the one an accused would give a judge who'd sentenced him before trial. There was a resigned acceptance mixed with a look of accusation. 'How can you judge me without knowing me?' it asked. And then it shrugged it's shoulders, that Look, and said, 'Oh, well! It happens all the time. Nothing new. Go ahead. Lable me. Just like several before you did and several afterwards will do.'

And it made me wonder, what was it, beyond his addiction that made up his life? did he have a wife? a sister? did any close one of his die? or get muredred? or maybe, was he kidnapped and escaped his captors here in the city only to land in this other sort of captivity? Who knows? And worse, who cares? Who will ever know anything beyond his addiction? or for that matter, the addiction of so many in the city. Will they ever surface? Will we ever come face to face with the people beyond the abuse?