I looked at them, then at my cup of coffee. Poor losers. Always focusing on what others think of them. Living the lives of others, the lives they are expected to live. It's all about conventions after all. Be different from the rest and we'll punish you. Driven out of this society that calls itself civilisation.
A girl is looking at her reflection on the train's window. Wondering if she's looking good enough to be accepted, whether the image she's projecting is valid enough to fit in the standards created by her sex.