Thursday, 20 January 2011

... then ten come along at once

Ten buses, one behind the other, each identical in form, swaying slowly forward in identical motion, each seething with people like parasites in a swollen body. They loom for a moment, weird and alienating giant creatures, then blend back into the shimmering weave of normality.

Today's small stone.

5 comments:

TaraDharma said...

I can see them pulsating. Nice.

Dale said...

Often I want to detach public transport from its context, take a bus or train and lift it up into the sky, or drop it into the wilderness, whisper: what if this isn't a transition at all, what if it's its own place? What if this is home?

This is sort of a nightmarish version of that: what if what we *really* are is the innards of a bus-creature?

liliannattel said...

Wow.

-teri said...

I enjoyed this very much- and I especially like that buses can sway.

Beth said...

Thought I commented before, but here I am again, re-reading and loving this one especially.