Sunday, November 30, 2014

Day 0.

This is where it all starts. Actually, it has all started long ago, already, but for some reason this is *when* it all starts.

So, who is that girl that feels the urge to share her commuting experiences with the rest of the world (assuming the world should care to read this quasi-memoir)? And this, my friends, is where a genuine introvert feels on the verge of experiencing a writer's block.

But, you see, this is exactly the power of the book. A picture may be worth a thousand words, but a book can be a gate to a thousand worlds.

Which makes it easier for me to confess that, in fact, it doesn't matter who I am. I am your everyday commuter and this is my dedication to all the familiar or completely unknown faces out there, that just like me have to ride the bus or the subway every morning - we all know how it goes: wishing they could stay home with a huge cup of  coffee, sheltered in their pajamas. Or, even better, could afford the luxury of walking aimlessly around the city streets, with no special direction.. just like a rolling stone.

Bon voyage, my friends.