he sits ...Alone.
the cathedral bells ring with noon-time chimes; the sun shines in a blue sky; pigeons flutter; the streets are crowded with people and cars: an icy wind gusts between the skyscrapers; a great blur of jack-hammers hammering; workers working; of chattering and swearing and frantic babbling and taxi-hailing; horn-tooting and tyre-skidding and engines-revving and car-crashing; scurrying and hurrying and hustling and bustling and everyone is late; everyone rushing left, rushing right; rushing round and round uncertain; they push and shove, bypass and detour, sliding past and squeezing between and pushing aside anyone and anything that stands it their way; they brush passed Him, and haggle passed Him; shove Him aside as they rush for the lights, and squeeze in front of Him for a taxi.
He is ...Alone.Mid 1999