I was on the bus this morning and suddenly the engine stopped, it had come loose from the electric snakes overhead, the arm on the machine had recoiled into its body and the machine was, the bus was set adrift in the intersection. This happens sometimes as you may know: silence in the space between the lights. It happens on elevators, in airplanes although to a lesser extent as there are more and more things to do, it happens on the subway when the lights flicker off and the consuming buzz of the fluorescence ceases, you’d think it would happen in waiting rooms, but it doesn’t. Waiting rooms are something else entirely. What it is is the moments when you are moving toward something and away from something else, and it’s important to be moving (which is the problem with waiting rooms) and it’s important for the movement to be out of your control, which is why public transportation is ripe for this, and it’s important to not be reading a book, because you’ll miss it. What? Space, time, quiet, breathing, your own thoughts. We’ve already missed so much.
And then the engine will start again, and the bus will be hurtling through a crosswalk honking at the man in the gray suit who had just gotten off. What an odd thing to go from passenger to prey.
The bus was set adrift in the intersection, this happens sometimes, you might know what I’m talking about.