Humans of NJ Transit
For the past year, I've been commuting for two to three hours a day between NYC and NJ. Financially unable to move, I convinced myself that it would be tolerable, but clearly, hindsight is 20/20. As I watched my mental health deteriorate at an alarming rate, I knew I had to do something. Anything.
After another ridiculous delay on a Friday evening after work, I spent about two hours twiddling my thumbs because there is terrible service when you're stuck in a fucking tunnel and there is only so much music in this world that can pass the time; I started to draw. This is an accumulation of drawings I created in my sketchbook during my commute on the NJ Transit. Drawing might be the only thing that stopped me from jumping off the train at times.