I can't stand the tendency some photographers have of cloaking their work in lofty, metaphysical candyfloss. Nonetheless I can only put this recurring theme down to some auto-biographical raw nerve.
It's about solitude, alienation and moments of wistfulness in an urban environment. When, despite the effort we just feel out of sync in a dissonant environment.
Or, to paraphrase Noel Gallagher, we feel like someone with a fork in a world of soup.