For me there are times when I am on the bus when I am out of mind. Other times when my mind is alive. Times when I hallucinate on the real and see it in the context of its meaning. Because I do not have to focus on the rules of the road I let myself be taken up by distractions. These distractions, musings, reflection time is what I like to call ‘bus fiction.’ Travel is the special practice of recollection. Odd times in odd places carry greater weight of the emotions of real transition. How long can I remain in transit? When will I be home?
Inspired by Four Bits by Annie Dillard
Where does your mind wander when your on transit?
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