Ten Feet Away
I don’t know.
I’d take their pictures on my cell phone, post them on Facebook and Instagram, and people would comment. That led to buying a camera. I’ve never owned a real camera before. And I still haven’t read the manual and don’t know exactly how to use it.
But I set it on my lap and take a picture. Ten feet away there’s a person I’ve never met. We sit there in this small little space and carve out our privacy and live our lives for a while. Alone but not really.
Somehow it outgrew my commute. For 10 months I rode the trains. 656 miles through Brooklyn, Manhattan. Queens and The Bronx. Every train from
end to end.
And these are the people I never met.