A disheveled old man
sits on a train reading a discarded newspaper. He is invisible, a man with no
present and no future. All around him the well dressed up and comers, the real
go-getters with their leather briefcases and bags stare blankly at their
electronic devices or out the window. The train comes to a stop at the last
station, downtown. The crowd shuffles out of the train like cattle and make
their way up the stairs to the street above. As they do, three little birds
take flight into the morning’s blue sky. Only the old man notices the beauty of
it all.
