and the bus ride on the bus that picks me up at 6:31 A.M. and takes me to where it is that i work is exactly seven minutes and fifty seconds long;
and I know that because there's this video that's shown fullscreen spread out over where all of the windows would be if it was light enough outside to see anything at all;
and there's this song that humbles about just south of respect for the loudspeaker and just north of deference to the Voice- that announces in multiple pre-recorded languages, the obligation of offering one's individual Fare share;
and at the same time overtop of a not all together random intermittence of riders and ex-riders who enter and exit through a room noise of rubberized mechanical swish;
and who speak into devices about matters both serious and not serious and but with such similar intensity that context becomes increasingly less appropriate to disregard.
and all the while the driver plays the drums; and at least one or two of the older folks who attribute their seats to some combination of regulation and kindness are by this point following along the melody with an almost unconscious throat rumbled harmonic hum;
and only the shattering of reflacted moonlit street lights drizzling onto windshields absolves the break pedal from enforcing the rests...