The trouble was in the details.
It was hard to find words to describe the man who didn’t know what he stood for.
He had blended in so well with his surroundings that he almost went unnoticed.
He’d found that turning into “no one in particular” was the easiest way to go.
So, with each step in the direction of being agreeable, he lost a feature – an aspect of what made him distinctively himself.
Smudging the fine lines into a blur.
Falling into such an acquiescent path in life that he left nothing of himself to identify.
Blending in so well that he could no longer be found.
Only a shadow of a man.
Indistinguishable in the background because he neither stood up nor stood out.