An old drunk man was sitting in a train. He was talking to himself, because no one else wanted to listen. He was being silently ignored. As if he was a wall, or just an empty space, as if he wasn't there at all. He's invisible, you know. One becomes invisible once he's a drunk, homeless, poor or anything else unpleasant for the eye. We have invisible people in our society - they are the one's we don't want to look at anymore, the one's that remind us of what we do not want to become, the slugs, the trash, the scum of the earth, thrown out of the so called normal society, politely ignored. We close our eyes, shut our ears and hearts to the ones that are suffering. We don't want to look at them, to hear them, to smell the stink and see the pain.
A drunk old man was sitting in a train, smelling like shit and probably feeling like shit too. The rest sat quietly, reading books, sleeping, having coffee... Some were watching the man walk around bumping into chairs, talking out loud, crying, laughing, spitting. We all knew he is doomed. Stuck in that state forever, with no way back. He wasn't going to save himself, and no one else was gonna try saving him.