this morning #1256.

this morning, everyone was looking around. confused. trying to be low key about it. i don’t know why they were trying to hide it. it was obvious that we were lost. an old woman in the back of the bus started yelling something to the driver in a language that none of us understood. she knew. spewed forth a series of sounds. her fatigue with life ran deep & this was just another stone added to the scale. inevitable. the driver pulled over. got up out of his seat, laughed & shook his head at the old woman. walked off the bus & then off down the road. left the engine running. the old woman stood & made her way up front. it wasn’t until she hopped into the driver’s seat that somebody thought to stop her.