The worker’s eyes are everywhere. They stare. They stare with empty pits searching for life’s blood like ravenous vampires, sucking stories about you into their void-like existence. Exhausted by heat, emaciated by long hours and feeble food, hollowed by life they try to siphon yours. It is envy. It is hatred. But most of all it is lost hope.
Observation – Worker’s Eyes
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