You can't ignore people. Wherever you go, there they are, milling about, getting in your way, streams of useless sounds flowing out of their moist mouths. Forming lines at a counter the moment you think of approaching it. Taking seats that you always considered yours. Stopping their stupid little cars right in front of you when you want to cross the street. Leaving their shopping carts blocking narrow aisles as they examine the ingredients of some shinily-packaged nutrient-free block of garbage or other. Laughing too hard on the other side of the restaurant. What's so fucking funny? Looking happy. What right do they have to look happy? Don't they know anything?