Buses (05.06.1996)

When I have a lot on my mind I get on a B.E.S.T bus late at night and stay on it until the end of the line, then get out and ride it all the way back.

Being in transit gives me the illusion of a suspension of time.

While on the bus, I find solace in its uneven movement.

I look out into the Bombay night and its soft glimmer and am reminded just how restorative, how indispensable…