We spend so much time in this city, so much time going between A -Z and never questioning what’s in between. Getting onto the subway is like travelling through a wormhole going towards your final destination. The blur of lights outside the dark windows as you speed through what seems like an endless oblivion, never once questioning what it would be like to stop right there and then, and marvel at the underground world around you. This is a special place in the transit system, where things come together, and things fall apart. A special look into the abyss of concrete and steel, a special portal into what we call the TTC, but never get to see.