Taken about 45 minutes before my last submission. [link]

I was walking over a footbridge near The Art Gallery of Western Australia when I first saw this guy. He was leaning on the barrier with his eyes closed and was dragging on a cigarette, one hand on his forehead.

He didn't look too emotionally well, seemed very secluded with himself.

I was in an observant mood, so I leant on the wall aswell, a bit further up from him.

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I didn't know whether to approach him until he began to cross the bridge the same way I was. When he got closer I made my move to ask for a photo. I introduced myself, and he did the same with the name Trevor.

"Well, I guess you can. I knew a girl once, along time ago, she took a photo of me. I use to be alot better looking and much more a better person once upon a time."

I told him he still had looks, otherwise I wouldn't be asking for a photograph.

He shrugged a tiny bit and I asked what he was up to in the city.

"Well I've been having a hard time lately, with myself, I'm just trying to get some fresh air and clear my head."

"I had a brain operation you see, and I've been fucked in the head since then."

I asked him if he had a tumour or something similar.

"No, they just decided to do an experimental operation on me one time,a while ago, don't know why, they just chose me, and it fucked me up."

We stood for a moment, and I didn't know what to say back, so I shook his hand and hoped that the times get better for him.

I walked away unsure what it was all about. And I still am. But I think there may be some truth in his words about the operation because there was an article in the paper over here a while back, that spoke about banned experimental brain operations.

All I know for sure, is that he was sad and talked to himself to try and figure things out. I wish I'd talked with him longer.