At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others -- poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner -- young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.
F. Scott FitzgeraldPeople disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.
F. Scott Fitzgerald