Today I almost started weeping for joy on the bus. It was the wrong bus; I meant to take an express bus down the interstate, but I ended up on one of those buses that meanders through a random cross section of districts, and so collects an equally random cross section of people. It was like coring a very old tree & looking at the striations.
An old man hailed the bus & was panting a little when he got on. He had a cap. A man with a crazed face that didn't fit the rest of him--wild horse eyes leering every which way, a frozen clown grin, a stilted bobbling walk--was he always this way, or is he a lobotomized ex-genius? Assorted young people. A thuggish kid. A Jewish girl who almost sits down with Crazy Face but instead chooses the thuggish kid. A Great Outdoors kind of guy, a businessman.
The splendid variety of life...the endless cycle of deaths emptying the bus and births filling it...the indifferent bus slicing through all of this, through time & space & the beautiful fleeting lives of its passengers.
Posted by Alan at August 6, 2005 10:34 PMyou might want to read some milan kundera
Posted by: rachel at August 10, 2005 05:21 PMhe's unbearable :)
no seriously he's on the list.
It occurred to me a few Saturdays ago that StarTran is Lincoln's Digestive System.
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