Posted on April 26, 2008


Sitting on a bus staring out blank boom it came to me: the word ordinary.  Ordinary.  Ordinary!  As though it were an insight.  How ordinary  … Nothing here is special, nothing is unique, nothing individual – This is just a bus journey – everyone takes it … The feeling of used-ness that the seats seemed soaked in, of life obliterated by the anonymity of sharing space with people who (frankly) one would never want to share space with, repetitive, quotidian, the cheapness of it, the human attention in these circumstances at its lowest ebb.  I felt like a chicken in a coop.  (If only I were rich!)

Get out your broom – sweep away those beans.