When I read your stories, I kind of imagine it with a backdrop, like an indie movie dialogue thing. You know, all mumblecore-like, with the main character and his friends. But usually they’re only hanging out one on one.

They would have these everyday life kind of exchanges, walking down a busy street, past rows of bicycles. People rushing by in blurs. It’d be in greyscale, or muted with a tinge of blue lighting to it. And then it would cut to a coffeeshop, or a dimly lit bar. One character would lament about his lack of a love life. There’d be this fun back and forth banter while they people watched. Someone would make an off-hand comment on the nature of humanity. But not in a profound way. In a matter-of-fact, casual way. Like, isn’t it weird how you can like someone without really knowing them. And the other guy would nod, and everyone would move on.

And then the scene shifts. We’re in a train with florescent lighting, watching the main character reflect. And it’ll be quiet, and nothing would happen, but we’d all understand that feeling. Of sitting in a semi-empty train car, wondering about the future with it’s vast possibilities. If it scares or excites us. Probably both. We’d ponder about the transit nature of trains, and whether our lives are going anywhere at all.