lunch

i went for lunch with my sister. on the bus there we passed by the hospital she used to nurse at. she said something like 'i used to love it when the helicopter flew in with a severe injury'. she said she was lucky that no one died on her ward while she was there.

some of her friends had to go into the rooms of dead patients and clean the body and they wouldn't know when it would let out it's last breath. sometimes the body exhaled while they were cleaning it. sometimes the eyes were still open and they had to close the eye lids. sometimes the eye lids wouldn't shut or they'd slowly slide back open.

on the bus home i saw a dog pooping on a slanted pavement. the poops were spherical and dropped in a timed sequence, then all rolled down the same path into the gutter. it looked a bit like a level in a side-scroller video game where boulders drop every few seconds and roll through the level.

i kind of love the bus.

the bus feels nice because i'm stationary and moving at the same time. sometimes people in movies say [something] is 'the calm before the storm'. bus rides feel like that to me, but for 20 minutes.

being sat at the top of a double decker is like being a passenger in my own brain.

i've had dreams about girls i like where we meet at a bus stop and buy 'day riders' then sit at the top reading the internet on each others phones while the bus travels around town all day.

i felt an urge to pick my little brother up from school earlier. i haven't done that in a month maybe. i miss listening to the mums talk to each other about their husbands.

i saw the same baby climb out of her pram and fall onto the ground twice once

i think that baby will have a successful life, she seemed 'fearless'

my dad has told me a story where, when i was a baby, we were on a 6 hour car journey to somewhere and he didn't realise i'd pooped until we arrived because i didn't cry.

i was the kind of baby who sat contentedly in his own poo for many hours.

when that baby girl is an old lady she will probably be active and fall out of her dune buggy a lot. when i am old i will sit in my own poo on the bus all day trying to remember where my bus stop is.