July 11, 2004


I've been writing on the bus; scattered thoughts about how long commutes turn transit vehicles into places of their own and not merely a means to an end.

Realized later, though, that I was avoiding what I was feeling and writing pointless commentary about the dynamics of attempted conversation (and how to quash any unwelcome ones) on buses so that I could delude myself a little longer; the equivalent of rolling over and going back to sleep for another hour when there's something that needs to be done.

...time to wake up.

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