The following paragraphs reflect my thoughts from various bus rides over the last month or so. They do not represent all of my bus rides, nor were they wholly written while on the bus. They do, however, consist entirely of the feelings I felt as I rode the bus that day.
I'm on a bus as I'm writing this. I've always found buses really interesting. There are a few people I know here, across the aisle from me or several seats in front of me. There are even more people I don't know at all, like the person sitting next to me or the person they're diagonally conversing with. All of us are trapped together in a metal box zooming down the city streets. We lack the safety of train tracks in exchange for the freedom to explore the city. Though, we don't have any true freedom because our bus driver has a predetermined route; and we're most likely safe because our bus driver wouldn't be driving us otherwise.
I'm on the bus again, this time next to a French girl. That might make it sound like she's …
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