Imagine

There's a lone fat man, around 45 in years I'd guess, who's spent his afternoon at yoga class, he proceeds to admire a blue bicycle at the door to a Taiwanese cafe, before ordering spicy noodles for the first time in his life.

I'll spend an inordinate amount of time considering this gentleman, and wondering if he'll go back to that yoga class, and if he enjoyed his Asian cuisine.

He nor I are tragic, there was/is no melancholy, it was a nice Sunday.