A man of the masses. I was one of those today, walking from work to the train station so I could go home to Woodstock. All these people, walking hustling, bustling, to get places. As I turned the corner a couple blocks south of Madison, maybe it was Quincy, all these people crossing the street, this stream of humanity, moving as one, heading west. I joined up, into the flow, much like the drop of water next to a flow of water, sucked into the mass, then, when the group keep moving to the left into Union station and I continued west to Canal. And then there was noone around. Amazing.