yet another activity/indulgence i’ve found myself returning to in recent months is taking a bus to the southern end of town, going for a short stroll, and getting bused back. the particular bus is nearly empty after 7p as if commissioned just for me, making the 50-min ride a perfect occasion for some off-schedule whimsies: reading a piece usually not on my wavelength, researching with unnecessary zeal for a trivial purchase, etc (between zone-outs stretching for multiple stops). the route is badly lit and bumpy but leads to a waterfront neighborhood that is neat and vibrant and fragrant, like the formulaic reward that must follow an extended journey in fiction. idk, it’s so mundane it barely passes as an itinerary, but does feel like a steal in action to get a cocktail of audiovisual stimuli for under $1 and 0 social interaction