 Sitting on the subway, I encounter the full spectrum of humanity. One person makes six figures, the others hoping to receive six cents, families and tourists and lifelong New Yorkers and trust fund hipsters passed onto the L train and two hip-to-be-called hipsters even further out in Bushwick, black, white, brown and more, tattoos, suits, sometimes of the same person, flip-flops, stilettos, platform shoes, gay, straight, trans, queer, male, female, neither, high-rise and homeless, awkward and asshole. This is not just public transportation. This is a glimpse of humanity. Because the only way to be fully human is to rub shoulders with the full spectrum of humanity and the only way I can uncover my full creativity is if I am fully human. I don't call this my commute home. I call this a snapshot of what it means to be human. I call this an incubator for my creativity.