A man in his late 60s purposefully shields his laptop from the gaze of the others on a crowded train, making it all the more compelling for the people around him to see what he is doing. Is it important work that he is protecting from the strangers’ eyes? Or is he baring his soul in a love poem that he is embarrassed people he’s never seen before, nor will never see again, will view his work and cast judgements upon him, judgements that are ultimately meaningless.