A sketcher (me) sketching the reflection of a sketcher (me) sketching a sleeping traveler (him)

On the slow (oh so slow) train to Taidong. This fellow gets on, sits down and I swer in less than a minute fell into a deep sleep. I started sketching him and noticed that my silhouette was perfectly framed in the reflection of his window. I felt this was a very cool thing to happen (cool things don’t happen to me very often) so I tried to emphasize the darkened shape of my sketching