The power of three. It seems like a good number of characters to have on a page. I think the figures in the middle are consistently stronger because they are the first ones I draw and it becomes harder to station my hand on the sketchbook as I move towards the edge. It is a rough life that I live. These people are waiting for a train. Which is weird because last night I had a dream I was in New York taking the train around Manhattan and encountering all the bizarre things one might in the New York City of my mind.