Ten Feet Away

It began on the subway on my way to work. I don’t know exactly why I started taking pictures of the people I sat across from every day. Maybe because I fidget and can’t sit still. Maybe because I was feeling a little alone at the time. 

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.