Wednesday, January 24

• The elderly street cleaner,  sprawled on a cardboard box, back against the wall, sipping from a cup.
• The strange intimacy of busses. One arm, in a red sleeve. grips the pole in the middle. Another, in maroon, grips right above. They look like they are reaching towards each other, even as the people don't look at each other.
• The girl across me, looking down at her phone, has the widely spaced eyes, small mouth and pale hair of a woman from a Dutch painting.
• The furtive feeling of photographing random strangers in a public space. If I feel someone is  is watching me, I am just too self-conscious to do it
• a sad string of disco light left dangling across a balcony.