Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts

Thursday, 31 August 2017

1st Roll of Ireland Film *it was green

music while you watch: Mercury by Sufjan Stevens, Bryce Dessner and Nico Muhly

 This was the first of many 'alone walks' some of my favourite times in life.


I'm trying to find the right song for this moment. 

= to be alone with you =


don't worry, you'll find the way or The Way will find you. 

= take me to church =
this kind.

so i stood on the bed and let me eyes wander out the window.

buddies


then he said "did you just waste a photo on me?"


= if you don't slow down =





RAMONES



Traditional Irish Music 


we met at Abbey Court.


I couldn't think of what to say for so long.


its not about you.

Saturday, 20 December 2014

#redbus...

inspired by childhood and that feeling that you really are going places...
and maybe leaving other places behind

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

#1stworldproblems...

#abouttoday...
"the 'sleeping bus' was more like an adventure ride at movieworld; the only difference being- that is simulated; this is real...
we got on the bus at 5:30pm, the man made us take off our shoes and put them in a bag . Since my shoes had buckles, they were difficult to loosen and before i could even undo one shoe, the bus was moving with the door still open and the shoe man pulled me toward him just in time to save me for being road kill.

we walked down the narrow isle to the very back of the bus; bunkbeds all the way through. i laid down on the top level, next to the window. Bright blue, red and orange lights lined the roof and the Vietnamese music awards were playing on the TV. I looked outside and wondered why this is called '3rd world' and why is mine '1st'? and where is the 2nd? and what does it look like? arent humans so adaptable... and arent problems relative? and do they use the hashtag #thirdworldproblems? and do they have problems because they think they do or because the '1st world' tells them they do...and isn't it only in comparing "worlds" and things and lives that we come to believe we are "so different"? and is it wrong to see something as beauty when it seems equally as devastating as it is beautiful? 

i dont know how anyone could sleep on the 'sleeping bus', i saw two people throw-up. The driver is constantly beeping the horn as the traffic is kinda crazy and then what i can only assume as giant pot holes in the road, so big, that when the bus hits one your whole body gets flung into the air and i dont mean once or twice. There's random intervals throughout the night where the driver puts on the red and blue light- right above my face and i wake up from what i can only describe as- 'eyes closed/using my imagination to pretend im somewhere else'. The sensation of moving while lying down was so strange for me that for a second, after i 'woke' i forgot i had legs- i couldn't feel them... in saying all that, my honest thought was that it was a rare and interesting (almost enjoyable) experience."