Walking down Swanston Street to the South, I saw a man in wheelchair by the corner selling magazines with blue covers which clearly featured the game that went viral recently—Pokémon Go. I was amazed by the fact that I could observe this much just after a glance walking pass him: He was wearing a blue cap with some words on it which I couldn’t read. It was only after a bit of rain, and he looked a bit pale but seemed to be really comfortable in his thick quilt and clothes. (Yes, he had a white quilt that covers his legs and feet.) About 10-20 magazines were placed on his legs, while he held one up with one hand to show the cover. Everything on him was a bit old, but not his wheelchair. It was a well-equipped one and seemed quite in a good condition. There were silver colour wheel covers with a bit of blue on them. I couldn’t see his whole face clearly due to the scarf he was wearing. Although, his eyes looked neither happy nor sad. He was relaxed, though not in a way that he was enjoying it; instead he was living the moment. He wasn’t too eager to sell all those magazines because, I suppose, he took joy from observing the pedestrians. The man was a calm, lonely observer hiding among the busy roads, like an outsider observing the order of human world, a bystander. And it was beautiful—lonely, but beautiful.