Sitting in the train from Toowong to Brisbane.

A mother and her young son get on board.

The boy climbs on the seat next to me, puts a hand on my shoulder and

looks, he has the reflexive outlook of an autist savant, a lonely view

of the world different to others. He rhythmically pushes my shoulder. I

give him a smile. He climbs of his seat, stands in front of me and put

his arms around my neck, we hug. I am missing Daniel he is missing all

of humanity.

When I leave the train I say goodbye and wave at him.

He reacts not.

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