Matters of the past (3)

A young man stood pensively looking out of a large window. He was handsome, but he never cared to consider his looks or to bother with making himself presentable. He wore the same white lab coat for days without changing or cleaning it. There were stains of coffee and of other things on it, but he didn't care. His hair was in disarray and there were black bags under his eyes, a sign of a lack of sleep. 

The window he looked out of was twice his size, and as wide as the width of ten people standing side by side. He stared out, looking beyond to what lay below and occasionally there would be others who would walk by him and look at him strangely. He didn't notice them, as his thoughts were elsewhere. The window he looked out of was from a floor hundreds of feet up and below one could see large buildings, and vehicles moving rapidly like insects buzzing about. He was too high up to see any people below, only the blurry movement of life.