Man and Mannequin

There is just something unsettling about a mannequin ... they've never been alive so they can't be dead.  But even so ...


"Someone take these dreams away,
That point me to another day,
A duel of personalities,
That stretch all true realities.
 
That keep calling me,
They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me.
 
Where figures from the past stand tall,
And mocking voices ring the halls.
Imperialistic house of prayer,
Conquistadors who took their share.
 

That keep calling me..."


Joy Division - Dead Souls

Saturday lunch time in Bath at the  open air flea market.  The proprietor of the stall lost in his newspaper sits with his back turned to the mannequin.  Clearly he is satisfied as to the inanimate nature of the former shop window  dummy that lies propped up behind him.  Or perhaps he's being a little incautious...