He sat quietly; observing everyone. Observing everything. And he wrote everything down.

Why is it that no one will wave? 23 people went past, I uttered a greeting, and not one responded. Why is it that by simply sitting and watching, one is considered a “weirdo”? Many families passed, and each mother pulled their child away from me.

His notebook was filled with questions like this; questioning the friendliness of humanity.