How many roads

Having taken photos in and around Sydney’s Central Station for over ten years I came to notice more and more solitary men, standing and staring into the middle distance. How many roads have they walked down to arrive in that place? Using a long exposure I tried to capture the city swirling around them, as they appeared untethered and disorientated, appearing like T.S.Eliot’s The Hollow Men: "Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men."