When I watch Mad Men I always get a lot of thoughts about how it must have been like to live in the 1960. A time where men and women lived in the same world but at the same time in two different worlds. Some of these thoughts became a drawing which illustrated these two worlds.
Two worlds but one
This also exists now, and sometimes I experience it myself. The girl sitting on the bed, waiting, but what and who is she waiting for? The man absorbed in his own thoughts, but what is he thinking about? Himself or her? Maybe something completely else.