by Scot Young
Last night I rode the late night bus down Market. The tourists and drag queens have all but deserted this line by now. I was just a passenger being transported to nowhere with people who ask for nothing and expected less. In the back seat, an old woman dressed in layers of mission clothes chanted a nursery rhyme and rocked gently back and forth, afraid to go to sleep. The ancient ninja in faded black with a worn frame and tired eyes fought the spirits with slow movements of tai chi, conquering them in mid-air, then bowing to nobody. At Powell, I got off knowing I was almost home and they weren't really any crazier than anyone else.
6S
Scot Young sometimes just likes to ride the bus.
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The F Line
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18 comments:
A San San Francisco bus ride sounds just like a NYC subway ride. Good job, nice attention to detail.
I liked the tone of this.
Very strong imagery. Nicely done.
caccy46
Caroline Wells
This line resonates with me: "I was just a passenger being transported to nowhere with people who ask for nothing and expected less." I have often felt like that while riding a bus, and I'm not "any crazier than anyone else."
Well done, Scot.
An excellent 6S, well done!
Joe
never been to NY but I suspect it is very much the same, thanks for reading
margery
thank you for commenting, glad you liked it
caroline
thank you
madam z
thank you
alone
thanks for the kind words!
a perfect snapshot...
Nice.
Scot, this has great rhythm.
I could see it. And sense it, that brand of hopelessness-in-place.
Perfect.
Wonderful, so evocative.
Juliet, Nathan, Jo, Austere, Anon...
thanks for reading--much appreciated
it's why i rode the trains when i could take a cab.
what is inside.
I just found out about six sentences and read yours about the F-Line. I recently did a photo documentary about riding the F and I can identify with your 6S. Great description within 6S!
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