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Chapter 1:- On the bus
Inspired from the twitter posts I made while I was on the bus.
I seem to be able to focus on the bus. It's odd. I love commuting, the scenery flashing by; the quiet atmosphere as if I was in a library. It's like being in a inconspicuous place where no one cares what we're doing, and we simply blend into our surroundings -- like Starbucks. All we're missing is a cup of steaming coffee. Or perhaps we brought it on to the bus with us.
I love the muted tones of the ride, the hum of the engine, the soft plush seats, the interior that absorbs all sound. There is the occasional staticky beats we overhear from an earphones, or small talk, barely audible. Hush. Quiet. It's like finding peace in the motion. Its almost like being in murakami's dreamlike writing tones, breathing all around us.
We are on a journey. Traveling, and immediately it becomes an existential and mystical experience. Inside the bus is a world where time doesn't move, everyone is seated, motionless, silentl, captured by their own thoughts. Everyone in their own worlds -- what are they thinking about? Yet outside, time is flying by, our destination is drawing closer.
What is our destination in life? So many things can happen in between point A and B -- during our lifetimes. Even just now, our spirit soars with the bus, and points of epiphany occur along the way as we ponder on this and that; a release of emotions, the connection between human consciousness and the unconscious.
On the bus, we are in a dream state, hurtling through reality.
Hush. Quiet.
There is so much to a bus ride.
Next time you take the bus, take some time to think and absorb in your surroundings. Move with the rhythm of the bus as it shifts up and down on its springs like cushions. Observe what others are doing. Enjoy this world of itself.
Wonderful huh?
Inspired from the twitter posts I made while I was on the bus.
I seem to be able to focus on the bus. It's odd. I love commuting, the scenery flashing by; the quiet atmosphere as if I was in a library. It's like being in a inconspicuous place where no one cares what we're doing, and we simply blend into our surroundings -- like Starbucks. All we're missing is a cup of steaming coffee. Or perhaps we brought it on to the bus with us.
I love the muted tones of the ride, the hum of the engine, the soft plush seats, the interior that absorbs all sound. There is the occasional staticky beats we overhear from an earphones, or small talk, barely audible. Hush. Quiet. It's like finding peace in the motion. Its almost like being in murakami's dreamlike writing tones, breathing all around us.
We are on a journey. Traveling, and immediately it becomes an existential and mystical experience. Inside the bus is a world where time doesn't move, everyone is seated, motionless, silentl, captured by their own thoughts. Everyone in their own worlds -- what are they thinking about? Yet outside, time is flying by, our destination is drawing closer.
What is our destination in life? So many things can happen in between point A and B -- during our lifetimes. Even just now, our spirit soars with the bus, and points of epiphany occur along the way as we ponder on this and that; a release of emotions, the connection between human consciousness and the unconscious.
On the bus, we are in a dream state, hurtling through reality.
Hush. Quiet.
There is so much to a bus ride.
Next time you take the bus, take some time to think and absorb in your surroundings. Move with the rhythm of the bus as it shifts up and down on its springs like cushions. Observe what others are doing. Enjoy this world of itself.
Wonderful huh?
