Overheard tonight on the Red Line subway train to Ashmont, after work. These two young ladies are in high school - though I would never have guessed their ages were it not for the conversation, which seemed to be a regular infodump of daily school dramatica.
[ALSO: Some of you have mentioned compiling these into a book. I appreciate that(!) though I should explain that these are made sporadically, as they happen, and as I'm able to make them. I make them as therapy and to people an otherwise lonely life with conversations that I hear that I'm not having, myself; people are interesting. Also, my professional work requires me to be extremely careful and exacting and to set aside my own aesthetics, so these are intentionally quick, rough, messy sketches. All of this means I'm not thinking of them as a whole finished product, but one-day-at-a-time personal sketches to get along through life in the city. This may change, and you folks will be the first to know it, but not for now. It's been just over a year to make 25, so perhaps around 100?]