Jake

‘In the mundane rhythm of a city bus ride, you spot him – Jake, a guy in a yellow hoodie and black pants, his fingers wrapped around the pole as if it’s the only thing anchoring him. The world rushes by outside, a blur of colors and motion, but his eyes are fixed on something only he can see. There’s a quiet, almost melancholic strength about him, like he carries stories untold beneath his unassuming exterior. As the bus continues its journey, you find yourself drawn into his world, wondering what secrets he hides and what adventures await behind his calm, contemplative gaze.’