I've been riding the bus for while now. And somewhere along the route, I missed my stop. I know for sure it's a ways back. Looking out the window the scenery is all unfamiliar and foreign to me. As the bus is making more or less frequent stops--I can't tell for sure as the passage time seems to speed up and slow down in intervals at different moments--I finally notice that there are people waiting at the different stops. I don't really know anyone at any of the stops so far, although some could be friends of friends or acquaintances, most are complete strangers; occasionally someone will look and me and smile, or wave, or say "hi" through the glass. Since I don't know any of these people, I think it a little odd that some are showing interest in me although it could be that they are just being nice and making pleasantries. Sometimes I ignore them, conceding that they must be mistaking me for someone else or meaning to be speaking to the person in the seat in front of me, behind me, or beside me. Sometimes I play along, smiling and waving, saying hi back. Mostly I just sit silently in my seat, lost in my own thoughts of surrender, staring ahead and acting disinterested in it all. The one thing I never do is leave my seat to step off of the bus. Even though there's always a lot people waiting at the stops, for some reason no one ever gets on the bus. I think they must want to take another route. I think I could find my way if I went back to where I started, but then I remember I can't go back to where I started because I never really started to begin with.
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