There is something about people and the transit system. The nonchalance of the frequent commuters, the unrest of the visitors, the weariness of the workers, the bubbliness of the youth, and the contentedness of the seniors, all happen inside public transit.

There is nothing stationary in transit. People come and go, storming like a big wave at one time, but slowly dissipating at another time. There is a pulse, a breath, a flow, a frequency that is humming and banging. A shared space with thousands of characters and millions of stories. It is its own universe.

In Transit.