Mr. Black
Mr. Black was an ordinary but sophisticated man, and he was lonely. I can't explain the exact cause or reason for his sophistication but i guess it originated from his trying to keep things straight and simple. In his world, how hard he tried but the shortest distance between two points was never straight line. Connecting two points for him was like going through a labyrinth, like going around in circles and circles until you reach a point within which you can't draw anymore circles.
But Mr. Black was a sophisticated and simple man. If you stood in his shoes you could see that the skies were blue, the tarred road is black and both meet at horizon with lush green trees shouldering each side of the endless road and Mr. Black on his cruiser riding carelessly but not without a helmet, for Mr. Black it was safety first.
