I ride a chugging bus as it sails towards the city centre, double-checking the directions on my phone. I don’t enjoy connections, hoping that today perhaps the digital display overhead will match the delicate timings I planned from my bedroom. Pedestrians are beginning to bloom, more than I expected so early in the morning. And then stretching suburban streets with no one at all. It’s comforting to take such a familiar artery in, even when it is transporting you straight into the unknown. Helping a little to balance out the woozy nerves. The consuming dread. The mundane shrug. I lean against the smudged safety window as they arc past rows of empty student houses. Passengers gamble on their centres of gravity as we climb a long chain of roundabouts and parkways. I struggle but try to enjoy a morning view of the empty, rolling version of a city park that will flood and saturate by the time I come back past in the relieving afternoon. My mind drifts to hypothetical adventures I could be getting up to across these fields, dreaming of times I had nowhere to be.
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Quit Vision 