(Moorgate Lane, Chippendale, Sydney)
Lately I've been feeling a little like Charlie 'melanchol' Chaplin. Being trapped in the rat race is a fast way to get a long face.
Maybe Chaplin held a mirror to society in the way Shakespeare described. Maybe he's showing us how empty we look.
Or perhaps Chaplin was a product of his surroundings. Perhaps seeing us 'this way' made him sad.
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