E I try to find a place by the window. From there I look and muse. In the bus, there are those who read, those who want to talk to others and share their music, and those who look at the city, like me. Depending on the time I get on, the bus will be more or less full and the people will be different. I recognize a few at the bus stop but we never say hello. The bus leaves my suburbian neighbourhood and then takes the "transitway" _ a flat space, a mix of isolated anonymous buildings. Then it passes Lebreton flats which marks the entry into the city. This journey is for me a moment of tranquility between home and work. a half-hour of nothingness.