I find myself wondering what draws these certain crowds to gravitate near bus terminals. It’s the same crowds who dominate the population when I go to lie about myself to get food stamps at the Department Of Social and Health Services.
They remain there for so long…what is it they could possibly be talking about? Do they take breaks, in shifts, to explore the real world as investigative journalists to report back to the swarm with news of outside happenings?
It would seem to me that this group would gather at one of their respective houses in order to escape the unpredictably fussy weather of the temperate Northwest. Or, I guess, maybe there is bad blood between some of the hive members. Perhaps someone hasn’t been taking his or her shifts.
This, on the sidewalk near the bus station, is neutral ground. No one is invited, no one can be asked to leave, and no one has geographical zoning authority on who belongs. Perhaps they don’t have homes. Though, if they don’t possess homes, where do they stash their babies who are tempered and given tolerance towards to elements through daily exposure to the sun and precipitation?
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