Literary shard

He looked up and down the street, silver eyes darting behind thick glasses. :Why won't they stop?: he thought, watching the local rush of Humanity go about errands they didn't want to do to maintain the lives they didn't like. :Can't they do what they enjoy and enjoy what they're doing?:

He spotted an open parking space, thinking, :Ah, at last!:. He pulled into the spot, parked his car and walked to breakfast, joining the local rush of Humanity for a little while. The irony wasn't lost on him as he ordered a stack of pancakes and settled down to wait.