Gee, that’s disgusting.
Mankind is sick, possibly terminally.
Believe it or not, this is the face of a perfectly ordinary bureaucratic soul-less drone, filling in death paper work or what not, and, mark my words, a box of rocks would have more heart. It’s like the inherent notes entering our ears without wanting it, it marches in, without soul, in percutions about without asking, like a hammer falling “accidentaly” to crush a baby’s head in grotesque fashion.