Ashes in the rain & existential dread
Elliot sit alone on a graffiti covered bench near the riverside; cigarette smoke curling around his head. above him, gray heavy skies promise rain; headphones rest crookedly around his neck.
Somewhere in the distance, laughter, but here at the edge of the world, he feels like he’s the only person alive who doesn’t belong. At least the graffiti looks decent!