sounds good to me.

{central park reservoir, a few weeks back}

i thought i was the only one who made up stories in my head about strangers on the subway... until i read this.  i love the way books can do that.

"i was fascinated by strangers, wanted to know what food they ate and what dishes they ate it from, what movies they watched and what music they listened to, wanted to look under their beds and in their secret drawers and night tables and inside the pockets of their coats.  often i saw interesting-looking people on the street and thought about them restlessly for days, imagining their lives, making up stories about them on the subway or the crosstown bus." 

- from my current read, the goldfinch