Sitting on the subway, I usually can be found staring at my phone or mindlessly people watching. It’s one of my favourite things to do as I commute around the city. To look around the subway car and give backstories to the people around me.
I wonder if they create these fictions featuring me as well. I hope I’m a good person in their versions of me based solely on the expression on my face or how I look today. We all have our own ways to get through another long ride home. Continue reading “(Untitled moment to myself)”