We drive when we want to dictate things, as we swerve past one another, dodging death at every turn, trying and trying to get away. When we finally reach our destination, it’s the greatest feeling over the gravel, but we don’t get away from death; we just get away from each other.

Taking the bus, on the other hand, is what we do when we don’t want control; when we’re ready to let deadlines go, unafraid of what’ll happen. We reflect on the bus, and observe the lives of everyone else there, making peace with every piece of it, somehow, as we all flow into the abyss, together.

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