A city is a living, breathing thing—teeming with life and vibrancy. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and more frequently it’s somewhere in between. It can be quiet, especially in the early morning hours—but as a rule, it’s never completely silent.
One of my deepest childhood sensory memories is the very specific noises that Chicago Transit Authority (CTA) buses made as they braked at a bus stop. The earliest ones were formed when I was lined up to go to grade school, and the later ones came from living in a basement apartment right next to a stop on the #50 Damen route.
