It is a fascinating thing to sit down a busy street and watch the passers-by. The star-crossed lovers, strolling hand in hand, their concentration only on each other. The business people, sharply dressed and hurrying along with their briefcases, probably holding nothing more than a few notes from their last meeting. The best friends,coffee in one hand, shopping bags gripped ever-so-tight with the other; grin from ear to ear laughing at a joke one of them made. The families, all out together or maybe just in two, shifting through the crowds with pushchairs, which most likely hold the child and balance the contents of their shopping on the top.
Then there is the solo people. Maybe they are of to meet a friend or relative, maybe they are off to college, but maybe, just maybe they are just out just on their own. Ear phones in. Music up. Carefully dodging the remaining people on the street, not going out of their way to make eye contact either.
I find it comforting to realise that all of these people have a life of their own, each burdened with their own responsibility and their own personal demons are still able to hide them behind their identity as a stranger. It is also slightly intimidating how the world can somehow in its own strange way manage to weave all our lives together but keep us apart at the same time.
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