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"There's something I like about lonely people. He sure looks lonely.

His shirt says beer + baseball = it's all good. I wonder if he lives life on such a simple principle.

But he's on a train, and he's getting off, so he must be going somewhere, right? Meeting company?

I sure hope so. He looked rather aloof, not knowing where he was going or what he was doing, but I'm sure he was just finding his bearings.

It's not that I like lonely people, but there's something that draws me in. You see them defences down, not trying to impress anyone, anything. It's not a rawness but it's definitely real. Maybe I'm referring to people who are alone. But you can tell when someone is lonely.

I've come across many people alone in buses and trains, but very few lonely. But being lonely adds an extra weight to it, another dimension. I think you see them a little more human.

I wonder where he went. He was pretty old, had a baseball cap and an empty can of oolong tea. He got off at promenade , my guess is he's a tourist.

I pass by probably a thousand people a day, each one with their own stories, longings and fears. Dreams, failures and people they love. But I don't know any of them.

I should start treating people like people. This urban-ness hasn't done anything good for my people to people interactions."

- my mind on a Saturday while waiting for violin class.