Waiting at Shinjuku Station
This is a thought that I had sometime ago when I first moved to New York and was feeling oh so alone:
I’m a ghost outside of my room, people pass by quick and oblivious. Habit alone keeps me from walking through walls.
Standing outside of Shinjuku Station conjured a similiar feeling.

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