I spent a lot of time on the express Select Bus when I lived in Flatbush, going up to Bed Stuy and W*ll**msB*urg and the like. No other real significance, other than being an unremarkable location, the kind of place where big thoughts can hit. I enjoy Eve's roundness in the last panel, just looking small and childlike in the face of her memories.
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I like how panel 3 shows what might be Eve's realization that there might be more out there for her than her grubby present.
There's some places you don't often see at sunrise