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Private Public Transit

It’s been three stops and, as Simon and Garfunkel might say, I feel like the only living girl in New York. Has anyone else been watching Garden State on an HBO loop lately?

A sliver of silence before the city–and the M15 Select–rouse from their sleep.



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Bye-Bye Bussie

As the M15 Select Bus Service sat with doors closed as I stood outside using my breath into my scarf to warm me; and as I knocked half-heartedly on the thick door window; and as the driver looked head on as if he could not see me, or hear me, or sense me, I locked eyes with a middle-aged woman sealed cozily within. I shook my head, and she smiled sympathetically. And even as the bus pulled away and left me behind on the sidewalk waiting for a second shot, I felt a little better. I’m not invisible here: confirmed.


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