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on track

I could think of nothing more than to walk away and yet there is something
Desperation perhaps
Or the need for adventure
The chance for
An emotion of
Dandelions that have gone to seed
Birds fighting over fluctuating puddles
Because these things are
Really happening around you

bus graveyard

where STM’s outdated vehicles go to die.

it used to be the final parking spot for Montreal’s elderly transportation. then one night a hooded figure masked in smoke ran past me and lou made the call to the fire station as one lone bus experienced a viking burial. torched to a crisp, the bus graveyard was no longer a fine canvas for graffiti, but a symbol that the out of function busses needed a new retirement home.

desole hors service