Monday, 12 January 2015
I have a love/hate relationship with public transport. Mostly, hate. I hate when I have to wait 10-20 minutes for the bus in the cold and wind. I hate when it arrives packed. I hate the fact that it isn't always crowded with 'nice' people. Teenagers from school, drunk people, violent people. It happens. But I have this unexplainable pleasure in sitting by the window and watching the people on the side walks, people that might not be really nice either, yet to the sound of music they all are. I also don't understand the fact that I am only an avid reader when I am in public transport. But I hate when certain people sit next to me and I can't breathe. I love when it's all empty and the sun reflects against the windows. It's 2015 now, but the red double decker rides just like a chariot, juddering down the streets.