To discuss yesterday's bus crash on a bus, a rational bus, while yesterday's bus passed over the median and with violence crashed into a tree; to compare the event to the time a conductor fell asleep and did not brake, sending a train up the escalator at the airport.
Transit Authority #042
A short man walking quickly, with significant vertical play between the well and peak of his stride.
Transit Authority #041
Three inches across, two inches vertical clearance: the gaping mouth of a woman sleeping, her face skyward, arms and legs crossed like a mountaintop sacrifice.
Transit Authority #040
Three button-down shirts, three cuts: formal, Western, and short-sleeved informal.
Transit Authority #039
Black sweater, black hat, and rising up between them and connecting them, the tattered lightness of a long scar, appearing from behind the collar and fading into the hairline.
Transit Authority #038
A straight-back man with a cigarette on his lip, pumping a folding bike for his life.
Transit Authority #037
An unironed man with cheap headphones, a timeworn pate over low-bridge square glasses and over his unfit thighs, a beaten Jansport backpack, worn-out shoes and ill-fitting pants, a baggy blue button-up with TSA epaulettes and the stretched and faded collar of a t-shirt peeking out beside that badge, chintz-pin on a tit.
Transit Authority #036
On my way to the studio I trade brown neighbors for white ones, and on the way home I trade them back again.
Transit Authority #035
A mother chides her son about his use of her phone, admonishing him that he's running the battery down too fast.
Transit Authority #034
Acrid urine in the upholstery, cigarette smoke clinging to the neighbor's hair.
Transit Authority #033
A large man, a giant in black sweats, soft-yelling "TETAS! TETAS!" into his headset's microphone.
Transit Authority #032
Two young boys seated quietly, the smaller one turning the bright pages of a paneled graphic novel as they are jointly dazzled.
Transit Authority #031
A sultry young man at a lobster shop asking me about my art, and I believe him when he tells me he's on the radio.
Transit Authority #030
Overheard: ..."I actually just thought of something today when I was walking..."
Transit Authority #029
An older man with a walker, comfortably in the disability seats, well-dressed in fedora and vest, lets his eyes range over the tits of the woman opposite him, his lechery the secret his Ray-Bans keep.
Transit Authority #028
The tension between a body and its clothing as a person sits down.
Transit Authority #027
A woman's headscarf fringe glittering like the desert sky at midnight.
Transit Authority #026
A man with earbuds in open-mouth coughing like he's being kicked in the diaphragm.
Transit Authority #025
Canada geese flocking out of formation on a girl's rosy blouse.
Transit Authority #024
A man in cargo shorts in 2019.