"On the subway downtown to the New York Public Library in search of Mary Shelley’s diaries I began to notice subway riders absorbed in writing of their own: a woman paying her bills, another reviewing pages on which the word “draft” is stamped in large letters; some are standing, precariously balancing pads and pens on crowded trains; others look off into space, lost in concentration; there is a man folded over his crossword whom I captured in the same pose on more that one day; children doing their homework; a woman wearing orange velvet gloves clutches a small yellow pencil.  Just when I’d been writing about the disappearance of the figure from my photographs, I found myself taking street pictures again in the dim green light of the Manhattan subway. I experienced the same unease and doubt I’ve always had in taking pictures on the street, and I kept expecting to be asked what I was doing. But the writers themselves, eyes downcast, were unaware of my camera, and those looking on, over my own shoulder even, seem only mildly surprised by the small point & shoot, a note-taker itself, recording the underground writers as we ride." — Moyra Davey