a dwindling story of existence

I drew this man as we sailed away from Sakura Jima (a volcanic island in southern Japan). He seemed to be having an emotional moment, staring intensely at the view. I wondered what was running through his mind; memories of childhood adventures? romantic encounters? reliving tender moments with long-departed relatives?

Actually, he was asleep and awoke with a jolt as the arrival-announcement was made over the PA.

Probably just a tourist on a day trip. Like me.