What I see: A middle-aged man, his hand and face weary and worn, but strong, because the sinews in that had are pronounced. His eyes are vivid -- he is healthy physically, and my guess that is he is a working man at the end of his workday, five-o-clock shadow and all.
What I feel: I'm glad I'm not looking at what he is looking at. Sadness and resignation over way too much seen...
Reality often differs from fantasy.
He thought he would feel vindicated as the factory was closed and the CEO led away in handcuffs.
Yet lost friends were not coming back, and he still needed to make a living.
The justice he was looking for still seemed a thousand miles away.
