Here I sit awaiting the bus on a bed of grass. The streets seem busy. This is a busy city. I try to keep out of people's way, when I can. I do my part to facilitate the flow of traffic. Every car strikes me as a statement. How lucky I am, to never haven driven. A girl approaches. She walks by and stops. Beautiful hair. A dude walks past. A girl walks the other way, this girl is wearing a pink sweater. Here we have an asian dudde wearing sunglassess... looks vaguely like a doctor. Cars stream by constantly.
I got on the bus. It is very crowded. I took one of the handicapped seats. People are standing but I insist on sitting. The bus cannot be healthy. Sitting across from me is a girl who has dyed her hair blonde, or so it appears. To my left is another girl who is wearing moccassins. The bus is very full of people. This is a crowded bus. I hear coughing. Is someone sick? it doesn't sound like a sick cough. Germs are contagious.
There is a dude sitting across from em with very bright orange hair. He has a lot of freckles. Many people are wearing poppies, since it is November. I feel vaguely uneasy being present on this bus. The girl who is sitting across from me is doing something with her hair. The guy to my right smells funny and is making a strange movement. There are so many people crammed into such a small place. The girl on my left has a semi-clenched fist. The asian guy who I was about to interview (until he pointed out that the bus was coming) has a very serious face. His backpack partially obstructs the view of the red headed ogre from Scotland. Of course I do not actually know if he is from Scotland, but that is the impression one get's when glimpsing at this person. There is a very old man directly in front of me... he is not wearing a poppy. Neither am I He seems to be looking at people. There is a girl with glasses near the front of the bus looking out. The bus seems to be predominately occupied by younger people. The glasses girl just moved back as people who were standing in the middle got off the bus. I feel happy to be sitting down on my journey. I am near my apartment at Oxford and Adelaide. I suspect the girl beside me is reading what I am writing. Should I get off the bus? Should I stay on the bus? Decisions, decisions. I guess I will get off... but I kind of want to stay on. I want to do some interviews but the busy is really too crowded for interviews. The girl to my left gathered her things a little bit but was just gathering not getting off, apparently. People are generally very quiet on the bus. A girl just sneezed twice and she looked around a bit with her eyes, maybe to see if anyone noticed. A girl wearing a brown scarf just got on the bus and is standing right in front of me. She is holding a book called "assholes finish first". I imagine it is not a very interesting book, given the title, probably has something to do with psychology, maybe vaguely related to Richard Dawkings.
A girl keeps running her hair through her fingers. This is my stop, I suppose.