Ain't it strange?

Before all this you were just a face in the crowd.
Then I picked you out and gave you traits and character and substance.
Then you did the same to me and so a journey began.
And now the journey ended, and we went back to being faces in the crowd.

A crowd disinterested, brooding, busy and boring.
For that is why it is a crowd, nothing distinctive it has.
Or inviting.