“On nights I have trouble sleeping, I ride the bus around the city and get off wherever I feel like. I like this, following my impulses. Sometimes I don’t get off at all, just ride around and around. The whole route takes about an hour. It’s a small city, unplanned, haphazardly situated on a fertile inkblot of land. Two rivers make a wishbone through the city, snaking along, and grey slopes peppered with skinny houses loom across the water. It’s soothing being in motion, headed somewhere. I like watching the people we pass who also can’t sleep. I like the noises, the screech as the bus lurches to a stop, the door letting out like a gasp. But the best part is how my mind plays tricks on me. A silver Lincoln town car is cut in half by a walnut tree. A headless man walks down the sidewalk, struggling with his sweatshirt. A fat woman in neon workout gear appears to goosestep by a trashcan…”
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