I was waiting for the train at Seoul Station in South Korea. Waiting for my then-girlfriend to exchange Korean won into Japanese Yen, I stared out at the strangers walking by.
Something about the scene spoke to me. Everyone looked so miserable. Or focused. They can often be confused for each other.
They also looked anonymous. A sea of Asians (I’m Asian, mind you) in dark clothing made me feel like I was in the Matrix.
And there stood two ahjussi’s (old guys). They were complete strangers to each other, connected only by an abstract relationship I had formed based on my perspective.
Each stranger with their own story, on their own journey, never to be in the same room again, for the rest of eternity.