Brooding over computers, laptops and newfangled smartphones will be remembered in history as an early 21st century preoccupation. This gentleman exists entirely in his own orbit, transfixed to the screen just like you and me.
This was the last drawing I made before leaving Reykjavík, a portrait of a very dour looking local. Such men seemed to haunt the dark corners of Reykjavík cafés especially after the economic collapse there a few years ago. Sometimes they would gather together in dark clouds to discuss politics, in their very dour manner, drowning their sorrows in the blackest coffee there was.