i've taken the night bus, it travels faster than you care to imagine breaking all the limits, it bends and curves, it twists and turns, it is a driven by an old asgardian, with his face dark and haunted eye.
a loss he cannot remember, he is earthbound, just like thor, ejected from the heavens, sentenced to human life, he works the graveyard shifts, driving the night bus through the pummelling rains and wild wind, getting every one home safe and sound, his lips tremble with words never spoken, his eye sad and watery like the night, he is fixed on his relentless journey with the grim determination of the dammed. 
there are characters on the bus, strange collection of souls, some have stories to share.
an old man and his wife who have been to the theatre. they sit next to one another and hold hands like young lovers, they sometimes look into one another s eyes and smile. they indicate something, something they share, a deep love, we all watch them with respect and wonder. i'm reminded of my parents, how wonderful to have that love, either from your friend or from your partner, that love is sacred stuff, it spills into the hearts of those that notice.
further up there's some guy trying to pick up a girl, he works for channel 7 and he's spent the evening trying to get this young girl to sleep with him but she refuses, he's a good sport but he's drunk and she's drunk and there's something really sad about that as they flirt across the sexual innuendoes and games of desire in mask. this is how people fuck in the 20th century, it's how they break cross social phobias. sobriety brings a new kind of pain, honesty.
there's a guy with his laptop plugged in to face book, he's listening to you tube music at the same time. i like the look of this guy, he's geeky and cool and he don't give a fuck. 
then there's some more drunk people, they all have a sad and tragic feel about them, one guy sitting nearby looks like he's about to throw up, he's falling into micro sleep and making grunting noises, unpleasant chap, there's a few zombies on board, with vacant stares. 
a lot of people are using their iphones and some have ipads a girl in white sits at the back like an angel who got to trashed to find her way home. one by one people leave the bus, jumping of at various points until it is just myself and the driver. it's almost a dream, as we pierce the thin veil of speed and light, the echos from the future head towards me as i look out the window. i see the past behind me, derelict and abandoned, i see the  future in front, its unknown and blacker than the void that once existed in my solar plexus. the driver and i look ahead. 
it's incredible, in the darkness flashes of vibrant possibility, i see her face, it makes it's presence known.