The dim lights of the supermarket buzz above Ray. He drags his feet through the empty aisles. His dull gaze glides over the shelves, indifferent to the offers shouted by the labels. The muted lift music seems to mock his solitude. He stops in front of the frozen foods, staring at his ghostly reflection in the frosted glass. He sighs. Another Thursday evening.
Plexiglass
Robusto acrilico resistente alla luce con effetto di profondità