Story of Asphalt
You know I used to have a problem travelling in buses as a kid as I felt they were too long and boring or maybe I was too autistic for my time and sitting in a place for 4 hours straight was a nightmare. But as I grew up I started to appreciate a form of silence that exists inside buses, a silence of people carrying entire universes inside them. A crying child somewhere in the back, an uncle watching reels at full volume, the conductor screaming the same stop for 7th damn time, someone sleeping with their head violently bouncing against the window (condolences for their neck and spine), all this chaos stitched together so naturally that it somehow became peaceful. And maybe that’s why I keep choosing buses over flights and private cabs (trains I would never choose you for personal grudges). People think it’s about money sometimes. It isn’t. I can spend extra to save all the inconvenience and time. But I don’t think I’m in love with destinations anymore. I think I’ve become a vagabond....
