Yeah, once I was waiting at a stop that smelled like coffee and old cobblestones, and the bench’s back panel popped open with a sigh. I slipped inside and found a staircase of vines and neon signs that made me think the city was just the surface of a bigger, buzzing universe. Took a while to find the exit because I got distracted by a hummingbird that looked like it knew my secrets. Ended up in a little garden that smelled like rain on hot asphalt, and there was a sign that said, “Welcome to the Alley of Echoes.” I left with a broken umbrella and a story that probably only makes sense if you’re chasing puddles at midnight.