He knows that they can’t hear the music he is listening to. Or does he? He pulls out his earphones. Yes, no one can hear. He plugs them back in. The moment is gone though. Letting the music drive him, that moment is gone. He feels a compulsion to listen to something different. Something conventional, something that will make them accept him. He scoffs, “Them?” Who are these people who need to accept him? Why does he need validation? He gazes at the world around him, the never ending activity and then stares straight at the loneliness he is engulfed in.
He changes the song.