I have the back row to myself
I said,
Some of this, I am RAPIDLY realizing, is about enslavement to material things
I took along so little of what I have
And still it is far far far too much
I have the back row of the upper deck of this seven-hour bus to Berlin to myself, which feel auspicious
Not even auspicious
Itʼs just plain good, in real time
There is WiFi, evidently, and outlets, and I packed multiple sandwiches of Ingaʼs refrigerator dregs and thought to buy extra water, and Iʼm hopeful
Iʼll make lists, and maybe friends with the sweet boy who, with me, was last to board and is now settled in ahead of me and to the left
Maybe I will offer him some of my seats, as he only has two while I have five
It looks like he let his guitar be put with the luggage, though, so I will not ask if he knows any Decemberists
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