What about the bus? Late at night, whooshing down a deserted boulevard, lit up like a crazy vision, belching and farting strange notes, warm and steamy inside on a cold night – it thrills with a rush of breathless excitement. People are visible inside, a solitary passenger or maybe a small group heads together. The bus in Los Angeles goes by fast, swaying from side to side, displacing a great volume of air, and it doesn’t stop for the distances are great and the travelers are few. Who are the travelers? They have come a long way, and are so tired, and they waited at the bus-stop and the lights appeared and it always seems like a miracle when the juddering behemoth stops and opens its doors for you, and transports you safely home. To move through the city at night, at great speed, in warmth and comfort, communally with your fellow travelers. The bus is a crazy mobile party, a beautiful apparition. previous - next