I was on my way home uni, and catching the train home in peak hour is never really a pleasurable task, especially when you’ve just been fired. I was catching the train home from the city, lucky to get a seat, when a woman sat across from me with a cardboard box full of personal belongings sitting in her lap, with a seemingly upset look on her fact. After about 20 minutes of staring lifelessly out the window of the train, tears started sliding down her face, which should a pure sadness and no manic sorrow, because there was no change in expression or noise coming from her. When her stop came, she sighed and stood up with her box and walked out.