it's after dark and i'm slouched inside of a well-lit bus full of weary workers and students. in the dirty windows we can see murky reflections of our tired selves and the bright lights and signs of the cars and stores that speed by. i know that our every detail is visible (briefly) to anyone outside the bus, if they care to look.

for a moment i get the feeling that i'm in a moving laboratory, on the reflective side of a one-way mirror, the subject of some mundane study for uninterested observers.