Bus ride 001

Sliding along the street, awash in half-baked memories. Musing on architecture floating by. Sleepily, clumsily fumbling at self-improvement. Nadir of the concrete canyons, wheeled carriages and velocipedes permeate. Breaks in the scenery reveal just more of the same in the distance: intricate anthills of alien geometry, their purpose obtuse. Anticipatory ants climb towards unopened doors, time to stop musing.