Face Of The Stranger.

Through suspiscions and fabrication unseen, the brilliance of the stranger's mind will always shine through. These are the lives of the strangers around you. Admire their lives, and cherish your own.

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Ninth stranger of many: Man serving a life sentance in a Russian prison. If you lok at his forehead, you see a line of barbed wire stretching from temple to temple. The markings on this man, were given by a fellow prisoner to show that he will serve a life sentance with no chance of parole. It’s astonishing that he could take this slice of reality, and accept it for what it was. He had ink injected into his head. For all to see. It make me wonder what kind of petty things everyone else seems to just accept and not fight for. This man will never experience the liberties of a free life again. He has been told by the highest authorities that this is the life he will live. He knows it. The fact that people in every day life take the smallest inconsistancies, the littlest delimas and make them seem to hold them back in life disappoints me. So much can be accomplished with a little effort. Look at his forehead. He has made a life, of having no life. There’s no where for him to go. You aren’t being held back by chains, just yourself. The longer you find reason to remain stagant in the life your living, the clearer your tattoo becomes. And it matches his.

Ninth stranger of many: Man serving a life sentance in a Russian prison. If you lok at his forehead, you see a line of barbed wire stretching from temple to temple. The markings on this man, were given by a fellow prisoner to show that he will serve a life sentance with no chance of parole. It’s astonishing that he could take this slice of reality, and accept it for what it was. He had ink injected into his head. For all to see. It make me wonder what kind of petty things everyone else seems to just accept and not fight for. This man will never experience the liberties of a free life again. He has been told by the highest authorities that this is the life he will live. He knows it. The fact that people in every day life take the smallest inconsistancies, the littlest delimas and make them seem to hold them back in life disappoints me. So much can be accomplished with a little effort. Look at his forehead. He has made a life, of having no life. There’s no where for him to go. You aren’t being held back by chains, just yourself. The longer you find reason to remain stagant in the life your living, the clearer your tattoo becomes. And it matches his.
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