A man at night on a dead-quiet street

I love this picture, by Gregory Crewdson. I feel as though I could stare at it for hours. It makes my mind sing. I need a print.

It makes me feel deeply sad – suggesting regret, loss, alienation, dispossession; but it also makes me feel exhilarated – it seems to speak of free will;  the strange uniqueness of people, places, life, and our endless capacity to experience these.