They run away from people, especially those who think that no one else lives on the planet besides them.
He walks out of the supermarket and... stops. He lives under the tender rays of the summer sun, squeezing his eyes, looking around, getting a cigarette, smoking. He is great, great and mighty. And to the left and to the right are mothers with children and those whose clocks are constantly ticking.
Someday I will stop simply telling them that somehow they need to go forward and possibly to the side, and go with the whole nose under the ass.
Be people!