It is brisk outside. He pulls his old coat over his narrow shoulders. He thinks about class today. It was difficult. He doesn’t understand the assignment. He is scolded by the young man who edited his paper for having no thesis, and for having a body with no substance. There is no conclusion.
He walks on the sidewalk, and passes the young man in his car waiting to enter traffic. He waves; the young man waves back. He is glad to be noticed.
The young man drives away. He waves again. The young man doesn’t wave back this time.
He walks home. His apartment is small and smells like him. He warms his dinner and eats it, and then he sleeps.