The town centre was bustling with activity this weekend as the market was in full swing. Amidst the cacophony of voices and scents of fresh produce, a concrete pillar caught my attention, an oasis to escape the trading. It stood tall and imposing, like a silent sentinel amidst the chaos. As I approached it, I noticed several disconnected people sitting nearby, lost in their thoughts. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I dared to enter their world and as I hesitated I felt my finger press the shutter.
Something drew me closer, and before I knew it, I was sitting among them, listening to their stories.