If I recall correctly i think the interior lights of Los Angeles buses are lower at this time of night. I don't remember being able to see my reflection quite so well while peering onto Sunset Boulevard's sidewalks. Making out the difference now is just as difficult as trying to distinguish pedestrians faces. Everytime I look out onto the Colorado as we glide over the Congress bridge I just think of my murky hometown aqueduct. its beds decorated by the brazen artisans of its counterculture, bespeckled with colorful language in decipherable letters. The city's superficiality always challenged by the quiet subtle uprising of its resistors.