Somebody took the same bus every evening for two years, for the ride and not the arriving —
fifty minutes upstairs at the front, nobody speaking, the city coming past the glass.

The night they changed the route, the old stop was gone,
so they stayed on to the end of the new line
and got down in a place they had no reason at all to be.
That was not the bad part.
The bad part was how long it took them to decide where to go from there.

The Book of the Ghost — Wall 37:8