Rode the bus today through LA. Started in South-Central, transferred in Korea town, passed through segregated pockets of people until I arrived in Santa Monica and was the only person left on the bus. Los Angeles is like a giant burlap sack and as much as culture can attempt to meld the gems and jewels of people inside of the sack, they remain in categorical sorts. My two-hour excursions on the bus ride showed me time and again that sub-culture is in part segregated by circumstance, and in part by individual choice. Boarding the bus, people sat by people who they resembled, sacrificing personal space and comfort. There are many more women who ride the bus than men. I was the only white person I rode with the entire time. I sat alone on crowded buses the entire time.