This is almost what I see every morning on my way to the Western blue line. The colors are more muted than vivid, though…and everything is eerily silent, yet humming. It would be relaxing if I didn’t have the words “I got held-up at gunpoint” running through my head my entire trip. Maybe that fear-mantra will eventually be replaced with something more soothing like, “I haven’t been robbed yet!”
(via fuckyeahfreakalien)