best when alone in the bus except for the driver, even better when the driver is a woman with long gorgeous black hair to her waist who hums absentmindedly to herself, creates a sense of reverence for how big the sky is, how liquid the sun
It’s sweet and sentimental—you’re up, ruminating and thinking just like when your taking yourself with a good walk, but with less physical activity.
++ you can reflect with a good song and hear the sound of the bus moving, in transit.
listening to music on a bus or on the train while alone and looking out the windows with some music in your ears is the closest thing to the poetic experience ever
