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.
If you're watching for us we should be able to watch for you.
That might be a less creepy comment if it weren’t anonymous, but, alright, in the spirit of transparency …
Transparency? Get it? Because the … yeah, ok.
Anyway, by all means, say hi should you find yourself on my train. Unless you’re an axe murderer that’d actually be totally awesome.
While we’re on the subject (of … myself) — I’m taking a couple days off work transit-free. Back to babbling next week.