The man, who could have been passed for an empty shadow.

The man, who could have been passed for an empty shadow, smoked the shag cigarette to the carcass. His hands and fingers looked as if they were made of dead tree limbs. His crooked spine resembled a a map of an old country road, where it had rained too many times and the pavement was cracked and uneven. His voice fell out after the first five syllables that he spoke, which was the only gesture about himself that he despised. He had much to say, but not enough time to say it. His eyes followed things that did not exist, or things that only he, could see.