The AMALGAMATED TRANSIT UNION

I don’t know why I keep taking buses in dreams. I never get where I want to go. I end up bending the wrong way, staring out the window at an architecture of anthills. Then it always stops for me in some cemented part of a city I’ve never been. Like anyone caught in this situation, I’d be interested if the transit authority is any better in someone’s else’s mind. Maybe I just need to give the drivers a raise.