My Tales from the Transit Line…. that moment of absolute panic when you realize the guy sitting next to you, the guy who is gesticulating wildly and talking loudly in anger, isn’t speaking to anyone in particular but to the voices in his head…and then you realize he isn’t particularly well kept and is wafting the odor of alcohol and cigarettes over you …and that everyone around you isn’t meeting his eye…. and you aren’t quite sure if you should ease away slowly or whether any movement might trigger a direct confrontation with dire consequences (ie. beheading)…. so, so grateful when you finally reach the next skytrain station and he is distracted by the influx of people and can capitalize on the confusion by bolting to the far end of the car…My Tales from the Transit Line…. that moment of absolute panic when you realize the guy sitting next to you, the guy who is gesticulating wildly and talking loudly in anger, isn’t speaking to anyone in particular but to the voices in his head…and then you realize he isn’t particularly well kept and is wafting the odor of alcohol and cigarettes over you …and that everyone around you isn’t meeting his eye…. and you aren’t quite sure if you should ease away slowly or whether any movement might trigger a direct confrontation with dire consequences (ie. beheading)…. so, so grateful when you finally reach the next skytrain station and he is distracted by the influx of people and can capitalize on the confusion by bolting to the far end of the car…
~ Lisa Michelle
Tales from the Transit Line 