Hannah Lewis

the coffee shop line this morning was BRUTAL. sketched three people while waiting. multitasking or procrastinating? yes

january 28th and my resolution is still standing. i'm either the most consistent person alive or just haven't had a good excuse yet

red line had NO delays today and i didn't know what to do with myself. sketched the same person twice by accident

commute observation: people dress for the 'feel like' temperature and it's always wrong. dress for the ACTUAL temp my friends

sketched someone's winter hat situation today. the static electricity was a character in this drawing #HatLife

the podcast recommended a book so now i'm reading AND listening to two things. my brain is full but also alive

it's 9:47am and i've already experienced three minor road rage moments from my seat. people are AGGRESSIVE in january

guy on the train had the most interesting profile i've sketched in weeks. he got off at the next stop. tragic really

audiobook narrator has the most soothing voice and now i can't listen to anyone else talk. my standards are ruined

red line delay announcement said 'due to weather conditions' and i wanted to scream but i was too cold to find the energy

drew a guy's scarf wrinkles for like 5 minutes. WRINKLES. send help or coffee

the morning commute has that post-holiday exhaustion energy. everyone looks like they just woke up for the first time in 2026

listening to a podcast about organization and my sketchbook is somehow MORE chaotic now. correlation? causation? unclear

someone's coffee spilled on the red line and i watched it happen in slow motion like a nature documentary. nobody moved to help

new years resolution check: still drawing commuters. still hating traffic. still haven't learned patience. 3 for 3 #goals

it's 4:15pm and already dark outside. winter is a vibe but also why am i essentially nocturnal

sketched someone sleeping with their head against the window. caught them mid-dream probably. hope it was good

the red line smells like wet dog and coffee today. very january. very specific.

listening to a true crime podcast about a guy obsessed with trains. i'm in the audience somewhere in these episodes i'm sure

filled two whole pages yesterday. the old me from 2025 could never. actually wait she could. i'm just doing the same thing every day