In the age where consumerism is at the peak and everyone tries to overtake each other materially, there are outsiders who deserve deep respect.

They love poetry, have an unusual music taste, read a lot of books, and stay away from unnecessary calls. They realize that they are temporary commuters in a train station we label as “life”, peacefully moving from a station to a station when everyone is pushing into a crowded train as if they’ll be left behind.