My favorite thing to do is to wait. I’m never doing nothing. I’m busy waiting, quite busy. For example, the other day I was on the bus reading, when, at a normal bus top, the driver stood up and announced she was taking a personal break. We could stay on the bus, or get off and get on the next one coming, and she’d be back in 5 or 10 minutes. Everyone else got off the bus. For me, bliss. I am freed from all responsibility of time. I am just there, with a good book, always. It’s why I love to travel by train or plane (or bus). I am given, or have taken, a gift of time that is mine without fault.


The driver returned in ten or twelve minutes, I have no idea how long, I didn’t time her. I thanked her.