It's cold in the city. It's partly due to the drafts that weave around the various buildings, culminating as air in odd places, some areas becoming hotter or colder than the rest. As you walk, you bury your hands in your pockets and duck your head as you plow through the crowd, ignoring the passersby who are, in turn, also ignoring you.

You're in a busy, outdoor mall, and people briskly brush by you with bags and bags of purchased items. Large TV screens or projections light up the sides of different buildings at altered heights as a cacophony of sound consisting of chatter, radio announcers, news anchors, music, and cellphones fills your ear. The gray, tiled floor you step on is gleaming with a thin sheen of water, and above, gray clouds threaten to interrupt the calm weather. 

You take out your cellphone and scan your list of text messages. It's not that you have anyone to text, or are waiting for someone to reply to you. You just wish someone would talk to you right now. You're a little bored, and you want something to do. And when you look around you, at all these people who are busy doing at least one thing ... compared to them, you look pretty insignificant.

Although, if you were to place this situation in the grand scheme of things, these people are just as unimportant as you are.

You sigh as you tuck your phone back into your pocket. Just because you're staring at it doesn't mean it's going to suddenly vibrate. You look up and navigate through the current of the crowd, scanning the clothing products shown in the window displays. You stop in front of a specific dress, surveying the layers of skirts that fall in fragile, blue patterns until they rest, lightly, on the floor. You turn away before you feel tempted to buy it. You don't have the money or a purpose to buy that dress.

A drafty wind blows at your face, playing with your strands of hair and making knots out of them. Irritated, you at