Is it just me or do you ever wonder just who people are, when you see them sitting in airport lounges, railway stations, tube trains, cafes and beaches?…… Like where are they from? Where are they going too? Are they married? Are they gay, single, straight? Do they like their job? Do they like their life? Are they really so unhappy or is it just because they are sitting on a dirty hot train going to work (again)? Are they really as rich as they look? Poor as they look? …and why are they looking at me? Do they know I’m sketching them?