Held Still By Her Own Reflection

As I made my way home on the MUNI, a woman passenger turned the space in front of the doors in my carriage into her own personal dressing space. She tried various hairstyles and even experimented with her make-up.

She could have been a make-up artist "working on the train" but whatever she was there was an uneasy nervous energy around her. It was interesting that amidst all of her activity her own reflection seemed detached from her and more relaxed or resigned to the journey.