likes.

i'll tell you what i like?
i like long bus rides by myself on the 901. particularly today, where i spent approximately 2 hours commuting to/from ringwood. i like making the back corner my haven, and putting my belongings around me as a barrier. i like singing along to blink 182 and the kooks and disregarding the looks i receive. i like observing the people, and the way they exist. i like taking photos out the window, the disarray that the wintry weather has caused on the roads. i like watching the world go by, through rain splattered windows. i like the cleanliness and the warmth of the heating, and the friendly lights that wink at me. i like the isolation that i feel, in my own little 901 heated, clean bus world. on the way home, particularly, i like driving into darker, rainier weather, noting how at four pm the sky is dark and consuming, the headlights from the cars reflecting and blinding and lighting the way. i like the harsh contact of winter's embrace. i like the memories of this bus, the countless times i've cried on it, contrasted with the vague memories of another lifetime, with other friends. something that i've left behind, so far behind that i barely recognise who i used to be, and the life i used to have.

i also quite like rollerblading.