Grey skies, rainy day, busy streets. He does like it, though. He loves walking. They walk past him. Do they think about it when they see him? Do they see it? Do they feel it? This dizzy feeling...He walks and their stories hit him. This blonde girl and her possible heartache. That guy in a suit, running late, possibly planning his escape. An old woman with a sad smile on her lips - another lost love, maybe?
All running, unaware of his existence.
Beautiful strangers, in his beautiful world.