The daily commute, on the
TTC Spadina
Subway from
Bloor St up to Dufferin St., practically the entire distance of
Toronto.
It's in the winter, to a job I don't like--at the weather bureau, actually--so I spend the night before, like all the nights before, conversing with my colleagues in the College of Illuminati of Fenwick House, uncovering the secrets of the universe.
I sit in the subway car, jammed standing room only, silent and slightly sick at being up so early after being up so late. The subway is exposed out of the tunnel, unprotected, stalled in the winter. The only sound a scream.