The roof leak bus with the box dye patter, a cubicle or a festival, a deep rot, abrupt stops and puddles at each shoe pair and we pass Jack’s old house, it’s empty and I imagine its interior landscape for the two second corner swing and then it’s 2012 again.

One life moment, there’s no romanticising and Matt Damon may increase bus value by 1, but it’s just 1 and 1 won’t increase history and I’ve not exchanged a number on a bus aisle and the reasons for this are 1: the buses smell like shit here. 20120925-100221.jpg