We drive when we want to dictate things, swerving 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 is what we do when we don’t want control; when we’re ready to let deadlines go. We reflect on the bus, and observe the lives of everyone else there, making peace with every parcel of it, somehow, as we flow into the abyss, together.
J.T.
[…] the freeway has been little more than an afterthought. Mom taught my brother and I how to travel on the bus since we were old enough to walk to work with her, and from thereon it’d be a long time […]