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Three days ago while transferring from the Yamanote line to the Seibu-Shinjuku line at Takadanobaba, in a city of almost thirteen million people, I ran into someone I know. Sudo Takaki was wearing headphones and leaning against the seat next to the door opposite from the side of the train I was standing on. I watched him bobbing his head to sounds potentially playing in his headphones and studied his shockingly total lack of expression as he stared out the window. His confusion was palpable after I tapped his shoulder, smiled, and silently mouthed the word こんにちは (konnichiwa - hello) as I exited the train onto the platform.