“Since that encounter I’ve watched people like a hawk behind my sunglasses, book in my lap. Everything fascinates. The flaming redheaded boy three rows up from me, the pale freckles on the back of his neck and soft scruff of his jaw line. The spectacled man with his pant cuffs ever rolled—Elijah-Wood-blue eyes and nervous scribbles in a pocket-sized notebook. Print so tiny it’s enough to make you cry.”

by Jessee Fish