The talking-to-himself man passes by in the train.
People avoid making eye contact.
He continues to walk and talk, lost in his own world. Walking and talking, walking and talking, up and down the aisle.
Occasionally he stops and looks directly at someone.
You can see the tension in the passenger’s body, and the hesitation in their eyes. You can imagine them thinking:
“Do I acknowledge?”
“Do I look away?”
When the talking-to-himself man is seemingly satisfied with the response he gets, he continues…walking and talking, walking and talking.
Relief passes like a wave among the passengers he leaves behind.
His story will never be known. He is writing it himself for all to see, but for none to understand.
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