My name is Alia.
I live in the San Francisco Bay Area and spend a lot of time on public transit—usually BART, but sometimes buses or Caltrain. It can get old, but there's always something new: I listen in, look over shoulders, and deposit stories here.
I avoid identifying individuals, either in words or pictures—but at the end of the day, public transit is ... well, public. I'm happy to chat about the ethics of eavesdropping (or anything else). Drop me a line.
Credit is given where credit is due; all other words and pictures are my own. Let me know if you see something you like.
On the ground of the platform, someone has left an open carton of milk and a half-eaten tray of Oreo cookies. The torn plastic wrap is flapping in the wind against a bleak backdrop of gray West Oakland morning. As lonely tableaus and tough concessions to the no-eating rule go, this is pretty great.