Why does the railway line curving away in the distance to nothing read as lonely?  Perhaps it's the vision paradoxical endpoint, you believe it keeps going but your eyes tell you something else. Another contestant in Cliches of Urban Loneliness game is the desultory street fire. The Hanoians are good at these, the one below giving off a nasty wavering smoke, most likely some parts formaldehyde and worst from burning particle board. The immediate locale here doubling, and then some,  as footpath and garage, and of course the ubiquitous parking lot.