The Personifier Man

The Personifier. He walks from place to place, touching things and animals. Everything he touches becomes a person. That oak tree becomes a wise old man, that ferrari becomes a sassy lady in a red dress. The brown and while cocker spaniel becomes a helpfully cheerful little bald man. The Post box become a vigilant holder of letters, serious expression, firm grip on his cargo. The shopping trolleys are bored and uncooperative old people who carry your shopping, and have to be nudged along. Your loose change you dropped, as it rolls away around the Personifiers feet, are transformed into silly little girls running everywhere that will not do as they are told. The wind blows meanly rather than just coldly when the personifier is around. The sun smiles instead of shines. Sky doesn't rain, it cries.

Hands in the pockets of his humble brown jacket, he strolls around quietly, making everything that bit more alive and human.

The Personification of Personifying.