Sometimes I wonder what stories people have to tell.
This is why I like people-watching. I like imagining what brought them on to the subway late at night… what they are going home to, what they are thinking of… the things their face reflect. Is it peace, joy, sadness, complacency, disgust, blankness, humor, love?
What shaped them into the people they are?
Where are they going?
That, or I’m some creepy stalker.