| I like watching the reflections of people while riding the subway. They become almost ghosts, insubstantial against the brilliant points of light in the darkness outside the confines of the subway car. During the mornings, when the subway is a bit crowded, I enjoy looking down the length of the car at the ceiling and watching how every person moves gracefully in unison to the shifting of the train along the tracks. It's almost as though they were all underwater plants rooted inversely to the ceiling and seen through a hazey watery surface, moving to the moods of the ocean. |