Andy Died Happy
It was a bright, clear, sunny day in May, and Andy was standing on his favorite street corner. People were going on about their business, trying to keep up with the tempo of the big city, scantily noticing one another. But Andy loved watching them, loved watching all the life passing in front of his eyes. Sonder. That was the word given to him by his mind. Definition: the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own. Everyone is the central character of their own story. Andy is central to his story but completely irrelevant to others'. This has been bugging him ever since he became conscious of the concept. There was the old man who would sit there, at the bus stop, every day. He wasn't really waiting for a bus or any transport for that matter; he has simply chosen that place for reading his newspaper, seemingly basking in the constant hum of the daily commute. Before him, a very attractive young lady in a blue dress was walking