Early morning bus
There’s something harsh about an early morning bus in the city.
Now I’ve ridden your late buses in places that let you sleep. The windows are tinted and the lights dimmed. But in the city, congestion and vandalism mean that everything to be protected must be brightly lit at all times.
And so when I catch the 5:20 bus for the first time in years, I’m met by this monstrous vehicle that appears to have a halo. Just as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of outside, I am blinded by a flood of harsh, white, interior bus-light.
People try to sleep, including me, but it’s a lost cause. We’re going to, or coming from, work, and the commute doesn’t end the travail.
The filthy bus-light is just a reminder that no one gets to sleep.
felixnation :: Sep.19.2007 :: Odysseys, The Coal Mine :: No Comments »