If you’ve ever had that feeling on the F train that someone was scoping you out and taking notes, you might not need Lexapro afterall: it might have been The Descriptionist. Published by an anonymous Brooklynite who works in retail marketing, it’s a photo blog without photos that consists of a series of forensic-sounding 300-word descriptions of random people and their clothes. A typical entry, on a freckled woman in a skort: “On her legs were skorts. Yes, skorts. Dark brown, going past the knee slightly and from the distance looked like they were a lightweight wool blend material.” And so on. The entries have a cool, noirish quality where you half expect the subjects to get picked off at the end. But they don’t… right?