The public transportation system in this city upsets me: everything runs on time and regularly, nothing breaks, all the people on the buses and trains just sit there and mind their own business, nobody gets into fights, nobody has loud inappropriate phone conversations, nobody dresses in clothes that make you want to ask if they think they're in Disneyland, nobody you don't know tries to talk to you. I find myself continually asking, "what is wrong with all these people?"

At the train station in the rain, next to some crazy old man that keeps grunting and growling like an annoyed dog. He's not saying any real words as far as I can tell.

On the D train, across from a guy wearing a yellow shirt and a paperclip necklace. He is crocheting a blue hat. That makes a lot of sense. It's only ninety degrees outside.

On the D train, across from an old man with a large amount of black hair growing out of his ears.
Now on the 66, along with 11 blind people. They each have a white cane and a pizza to go. Wheeling my heavy backpack through the forest of canes was fun.