Hmmm, okay, but I may delete this later...
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Here, Rich has given us a powerful examination of his feelings of isolation from the modern world.
Taken from within some sort of rustic hovel, Rich invites us to feel his disconnection from the almost painfully bright world outside. His sense of dislocation is increased by the haunting visage that peers in; although we recognise it as a face, closer examination reveals merely disembodied features, as though Rich is unable to resolve the outsider into a coherent, human sentience. He invites us to see the dweller in the hovel as both overlooked and judged by the modern world, and yet, uninterested in its censure.
Redolent with meaning and relevance, this is a vital, complex work.