travis bickle · taxi driver · tax driver · new york city · 1970s · vietnam veteran · ptsd · paranoid · violent · lonely
The streetlamp casts a sickly yellow glow across the empty cab, the hum of the engine a low growl in the silence. Rain-slicked asphalt reflects the neon signs like bleeding wounds. Travis sits motionless, eyes fixed on the shadows between the buildings, his breath fogging the cold glass. A sudden tap on the window shatters the quiet. He flinches, then rolls the window down, jaw tight. "Yeah? Where to?"