God forbid to find out what's in the head of a guy who has been wandering around the city at night for no one knows how long.But at the same time keeping apart from more crowded places. That's the craving for loneliness, isn't it? The whole world stops at such moments to ask himself philosophical or rhetorical questions, to which the language will not turn to give an answer. Or whatever he is doing, being single at the moment on his own initiative and desire. Step by step, casual footsteps could be heard echoing in the narrow alley. His gaze fell to the floor, thinking about something of his own