An Incubator For My Creativity

Sitting on the subway I encounter the full spectrum of humanity.

One person makes six figures, the other is hoping to receive six cents.

Families and tourists and life long New Yorkers and trust fund hipsters packed onto the L train and too hip to be called hipsters further out in Bushwick.

Black, white, brown, and more.
Tattoos, suits, and sometimes on the same person.
Flip flops, stilettos, and platform shoes.
Gay, straight, trans, queer, male, female, and 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 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.

  1. Describe your creative space.
  2. Where do you rub shoulders with a full spectrum of humanity?

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// CREDITS //
Written & Spoken by Jim Kast-Keat
Music by Lee Rosevere
Footage by Jim Kast-Keat, Pond5, and Mollie Mills
Edited by Jim Kast-Keat

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