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Apr. 30th, 2002

bus doors open, and i step in. straight passage, cramped seats, big wide windows to look out of, with red handled glass breakers fastened above in case of emergency. there is no comfort in this space, no sense of self: people you don't know sit next to you, answer their phones, breaking the sense of non entity that everyone has, and around cars and lights change and move and murmur. but in the bus, this public space that is ultimately a private one, encountered for the price of a fair. it is here that the true sense of the government, as a private capitalist body is brought to life, because to not pay, to treat it is a 'public' facility as one treats a park, will have the individual (in this case myself) thrown off, charged with a variation of theft.

the windows are like alice's looking glass. but the image we see is not inviting, rather it is bland, a giant smear of sameness.