As I sit on the bus, I observe those I will never see again. Someone is coughing up a storm and in the background I can hear someone humming along to whatever they’re playing in their earphones. We are all connected for a swift moment, before thanking the driver and stepping off into the world once again. The pieces in this zine are both created by myself and the number eight bus. The zine was distributed on the bus, left at bus stops and on bus seats, in hopes that patrons could read it on their journey and feel a connection to the space they’re in.