Biding Time.

I’ve often wondered about the lives of people I see on my daily commutes. It’s sterile and monotonous…the train, the time we idly bide as a necessary means to fulfill our occupations. Each of us wishing we could be somewhere else, with someone else… fast forward or rewind to a time where we didn’t have to play that awkward avoid-eye-contact-with-one-another game.

This was just a girl on the train one afternoon. She looked so tired and cozy; I thought it was beautiful…little did she know that I was snapping such lovely photographs of her from across the isle. This is how I bide my time to break up the the monotony of my daily grind.