When I first looked at this picture, my first tought was about shyness. About people that they do not want 'appear', you know. I always loved discreet people. Expecially women. I think that real beauty has to be discovered. Not to be slapt on your face. I never liked 'first row' people. I preferred 'second row' ones. The focus on the rose left behind means that. And means a lot of other things, you know. When I look at that picture now, well, I see loneliness. Maybe because I'm writing these lines by night, and the night gives you a different eye. A more essential vue on the things of life. And what I see actually is loneliness, because, as Hermann Hesse wrote 'everybody is alone'.