silva rerum

And so to be delivered entirely from humanity

He boarded the bus, noticing the unbearable, suffocating heat and the telltale stench of people whose bodies were unaccustomed to the recent, unexpected temperatures. He strode past the passengers seated at the front of the bus who were lazily fanning themselves with whatever objects they could muster – a hat, a book, a piece of paper. One seat was empty in the back, having been thoroughly baked by the sun’s rays streaming through the dirty window. He took a seat anyway and hoped that a seat was better than no seat at all. The bus started. Turning expertly around the hairpin loop, the driver navigated the bus through and out the bus loop into the city. And as the bus crossed the bridge, he stared listlessly out the window, thinking about nothing at all. At that moment, a great sadness filled his chest, threatening to engulf every fiber of his being with a burning despair, with overwhelming anguish. He blinked once or twice, still looking out at the expanse of blue sky above him, puzzled by this sudden sorrow. After some contemplation, he understood.