The next time you’re on the subway, take a li’l looksee at everyone else and imagine them nude. Not just in their underwear, but full-on, full-out nude. In whatever position they happen to be in at the time. (This means no picturing them stretched out on a bed or suspended from an elaborate series of ropes and pulleys.) But don’t picture the “good” stuff about nudity. Focus on the road less traveled the rolls of flesh roosting just above their laps, the uneven tits, the errant hairs and moles and blemishes. The grosser you can imagine it, the better.