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Bus Story: Something in Stillness

September 17, 2010

It’s a gray morning with flashes of brilliant blue skies in between the mist as we head downtown. My attention is drawn to the riders who aren’t doing anything except riding. They aren’t reading, listening to music, or poking at their smart phone. They just sit, gaze shifting from looking out of the window to staring into space or at the ubiquitous placards that line the edge above the windows. There is something entrancing about their faces, in quiet repose and how my mind begins to fill in their story, their potential inner monologue. And I begin to really understand why the great painters would capture such beauty and passion in images of people doing nothing more remarkable than sitting still. The stories are there, whether someone is wearing a fez, barking like a seal, and juggling kumquats or just sitting quietly on the ole 54.


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