It's been months. Poor neglected bus log.

Today on the 22 Fillmore

Usually I position the headphones firmly to drown out the sounds of the bus ride. These new half a million dollar electric buses interrupt tapes with horrible squealing so I usually listen to the radio, switching around until there is something all right with good enough reception.

Today the batteries gave out so I wrapped up the radio, set it inside my bag. Eyes closed. Body swaying with traffic. Words building a steady rhythm broken with bus brakes, the hum of electricity from the lines above. Wind and windows and inside and outside there is yelling and conversations that I can almost capture during a rest at the stop sign.