The other night, I was woken up by mosquitoes at 3 am and couldn't go back to sleep.
I walked into a FamilyMart and had an early breakfast. The man behind the counter was subbing for the night shift. An old gentleman came in and sat down two seats away from me, reading his newspapers. A lady walked in and the clerk immediately recognized her. On my way home, I saw a man delivering papers on a motorcycle. The day was just about to break.
Then it occurred to me that there are so many people who live in the same neighborhood, go to the same shop, even eat at the same table. But we've never come across each other. Not because we do different things. Because we wake up at different hours.