Most people ignore beggars.
I avoided all eye contact and hurried past him so that he wouldn't speak to me. His throat emitted a rattling, liquid cough and I wondered how long he was for this world. Most people did as I did and steered clear of this poor man. The trains weren't coming on either side of the platform and the low humming of the meaningless conversations continued. Suddenly, the hunched figure of the man with the cavernous eyes sprang to life as his fingers strummed a chord on the guitar which echoed around the platform.