Tonight on the bus home I was getting really into my music (the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs is fabulous) and bobbing my head and tapping my feet. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the guy next to me was doing the same thing to his music. Then as the album slowed down I closed my eyes to enjoy it and might've taken a mini-nap. When I awoke I saw that the same guy next to me had dozed off too. Here we are dancing to our music and sleeping 5 inches away from each other and I don't know a thing about him.
In the front of the bus a girl was making silly faces at her boyfriend who was clearly still giddy about her. Across from them a guy was resting his head on a girl's shoulder as she talked on the phone. One man was visibly worried about something or at least had a lot on his mind.
There we all were sharing one vehicle, each distracted by our own lives, thoughts elsewhere. Sleeping, dancing, flirting, studying, worrying, laughing next to each other, letting our lives intertwine for a minute without any fuss and then going on with our evenings as usual. This is what I love about the city.
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