day 161: an odd comfort

i think i've grown to strangely enjoy this site. mass transit is not something i enjoy but its systematic and the stations are always there and the people are always there. even at 11pm on a sunday night, there is always some other person just making their way home, just like you. perhaps this person is homeless and crazy and sings much too loud, but at least you're not by yourself. (note: do not talk to said crazy people at night. you've been warned.)

gnight!