Faces. Faces everywhere. People walking, where are they going? A man in a yellow shirt is just that until you think of his story, a woman pushing a baby stroller looks to be a caring mother, but that is only what we see. Most people don't stop to think of others, sometimes they don't have the time or don't even bother. People see faces, human faces, but never the story. And the story is was makes the person, not the face. So many faces, so many, many faces, crowding around. Why doesn't anyone else see them?
