Mr. Nobody-- A wrangly thing some could call him a snob or a high chinned minister who was ordained with a polished Apple-Phone and his signature swirlesque embroidered wrist cuffs and tie clip.
He is the founder to any computer based company that processes tiny micro-chips at a price of 99 cents, and charging 100 dollars for each "upgrade".
In his spare time he's sponges around lofty paintings, filtering through new and old antiques, but always coming back to lackadaisly lounge around his things.
Where a house is up-kept by maids, and in his closet hangs the silhouettes of personalities, that he likes to try around his family.
This is what I imagine of Francisco, the boy buying coffee at this Local Caffè and as he leaves that Apple-Watch lights up reminding about a job interview today.
I think this involves the idea of who we think someone is and who they really are. Every perspective on someone can be infinite possibilities. Maybe I told the life he is going to live or just a life he could live or is it even my own life?