Beyond the canopy of steel skyscrapers, I catch a glimpse of the sky. It’s darker than usual. A miasma of black and orange.
“Ticket,” I hear someone say. It’s the bus driver, a stocky lump of a man. His posture is closed and his arms hang heavy over his steering wheel, but his face welcomes me warmly. “Do you have your ticket?” The bus driver smiles. His…