Returning home from work today on the subway. Of course, just like any other day, I was reading. I was immersed in some fantastic prose by Mircea Eliade and when I finally looked up from my book and looked around me, I noticed that I was surrounded by people reading. As I took the escalator to the surface there were four of us with our books and kindles one after another carelessly reading on the escalator one more page before we had to walk again. And I felt less alone.