Play an Interbus taxi shuttle pilot. Ferry other capsuleers to and from their social gatherings. Be a witness to their joys and sorrows, anxieties and quarrels. Be a fly on the wall or a confidant for an hour. Be the person who gets yelled at when you take that shortcut through low-sec - or alternatively, when you don't. Dream about the day when somebody will jump in your shuttle and tell you to "follow that ship", but don't seriously entertain the notion that it will ever actually happen. Work late nights because you have a troubled family life, which you don't talk about much. Smoke.
Perhaps, when your day is done, you will find yourself lingering in a run-down, all-night-open station diner, still reluctant to go home before you absolutely have to. Perhaps, to pass the time as the hours go by, you will write a journal or diary of sorts, about your capsuleer passengers and their joys and sorrows, anxieties and quarrels. Perhaps, to take your mind off your own life, you will make up little stories about theirs, about what happened with them after they stepped out of the tiny, borrowed world of your shuttle, back into the wider world beyond. Perhaps they all have happy endings, happier than they could have made for themselves, happier than you could have made for yourself. Perhaps you dream of getting published one day.
Perhaps, one day, you will.