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Oct. 22nd, 2010 12:29 pmI get home by bus every day, and it's dark outside, and the city goes by in long flashes. Sometimes, some days, the music plays just a little bit louder and worms its way into the road. That's when the ride becomes a part of the way my life moves, a part of what I see inside my head even when I close my eyes, a part that I can't really touch, only caress.
This it this ride.























This it this ride.






















