It’s something I notice – how people who are meant to be “together” move about in space. If one stalks ahead without caring where the other(s) are. Walking through doors without holding it open for thre person right behind them. Crossing a road without indicating to the group that that’s the route. The “I’m on my own” posture. 

That bit in The Wedding Singer when Drew Barrymore’s character talks about who gets to sit by the window. 

Old people who look after each other, gently.

Friends of people with anxiety in crowded spaces.

The folk who push you out of the way, eyes deadened to cope with rush hour. Dead eyes are a really bad thing. 

Are we or are we not people together.