A single shot captures so much, and conjures even more. A bitterly cold evening outside an always bustling student hub. The rush to be somewhere, not here. Who is this fellow? A lone, perhaps lonely soul, misunderstood or not understood at all by his contemporaries, who pass either oblivious or with fleeting curiosity, perhaps contempt or confusion. What is this sad, lilting tune he croons with heartfelt passion? Does he feel it deep in his bones, his soul? Does anyone even care? He does.