There is nothing more peaceful than the loud hum of a train on the track, the melodic voice of street peddlers, and the empty comfort of surrounding strangers. While some might despise mass transit I remember it fondly. Taking mass transit was always for me a time of reflection and exploration. One of the few environments where you can find solitude and comfort in the masses. Amongst 30 other people you are just someone else. A man or woman who is trying to get somewhere on a vehicle that is getting you there, and when you are just “someone else” that’s when you can be truly alone. 

The days when it was just Ayn Rand and I, a new album and I, or just my own wandering thoughts and I are long gone. Now it’s Bolaño, laundry, a puppy, and I. Other times it might be 4x4=12, a design document, my inbox, and I. My own life intrudes on my mind abruptly and without hesitation. One could make the argument that I just need to find a quiet place and time. That’s not quite true. Our environments make us who we are and that’s why regardless of how great of a suggestion is made, there is no place like Mass Transit for what I’m looking for. So to all of you whom are lucky enough to take mass transit every morning and every evening, cherish what you have now and relish in it’s greatness. I truly envy all of you.