Crowds...

"Crowds.I don't like crowds.
The rivers of people anywhere in the world, pouring along sidewalks, pressing along subways
and train stations and bus terminals in the morning and evening , are rivers of people who know
just where they are and just where they are going, they have passed this way before and they
know that they will pass this way again. So knowing, not much humanity shows in the masks they wear- that humanity lies within, struggling with problems, contemplating joys of past and
future. Those crowds aren't people at all, but carriers of people, vehicles with people inside, all
shades drawn. There is not much to be said for watching a procession of curtained carriages."

-A gift of Wings(Richard Bach)