Teetering over on one sitting bone I glance up from my book for the station’s name to see baseball cap, beanie, and bed heads; cellphone, iPod, crossword handlers; lipsticked, bearded, and braced faces; eyes that are sleeping, alert, glazed, spectacled; baby backpack and Longchamp holders; briefcase, hockey stick and guitar carriers… and realize I know nothing of each story but that.
(The picture doesn’t correspond perfectly with what I’ve written, but it was a pretty little design, so enjoy.)
thebookybunhead 
How true. We encounter so many different people throughout our days and yet know nothing about them. And we usually don’t try to either…
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