The Blind Eye - an empty look on humanity

As I was on my way home, by 6 pm, after a long stressful day at school, I was - as usual - using the public metro system. The doors of the train opened at St: Eriksplan, a man wearing a simple jacket and a dirty pair of trousers got on. In his hand was a grocery bag filled with what seemed to be the most basic food supply a household can get. All in all, the man seemed like the average hard working citizen who assumingly cares for his family and completes the family’s most necessary needs from the modest salary he gets. I was sitting in one of the four-seats behind his seat, but facing him. As the train stopped by Rådmansgatan I saw the man get up and approach the doors, ready to continue his journey elsewhere. But as he got up, a little bag with bread fell out of the grocery bag.