The SkyTrain was built in Vancouver during Expo ’86. At the time, it was very futuristic. Nobody drives it but it has an operator somewhere who controls it all like a model train. Even the name evokes passengers wearing either space suits or angel wings. I ride the SkyTrain every now and then wearing sensible pants and smelling good but most days I ride it to and from work wearing dirty clothes, caked in soil and nobody will sit near me even if it’s the only empty seat in a packed train. Sometimes I pull out my phone and pretend I’m looking at a text message, but it’s really just to show people that I’m not homeless. Most times though I pull out a pad of paper and make my own judgements on people. Amazing things happen around you everyday; you just have to know where to look.
