Looking out the windshield of this bus, it doesn't seem as though we're speeding down the highway. There's almost no sensation of movement until I look out the sides, then nothing but the sky is still. I know things work this way on a more abstract level, though I'm not sure of the specifics. Roads and driving make such apt parallels because they're so fundamentally simple -- point A, point B, surface and moving objects between.
I'm surrounded right now by people I don't know, who seem too free with their lives and dreams; I don't understand them and don't really care to, either. I'm so shallow now, can't be bothered with outsiders and their silly games.
I want to be lost and all but alone. It's a beautiful day, though better suited to the eyes than the flesh, and ten in the morning, very awake for once at a time when I'm usually asleep to some extent. Goodbye, bus, and a little warmer, please, in the middle of nowhere with all the time that nobody else wanted. But I'd settle just for one person's company.
posted on Wednesday, January 21, 2004
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